At arm's length, the memory of lonely crime, why continue? I want to get drunk, but I want to return my youth to Qiu Ju.
Dreams are as frosty as jade. I am in a hurry, so I'd better go home.
Every year when it is cool, it is sweet and fragrant, and it is bright in mid-autumn. Every year, the heart is not clear, and the twilight is one after another. But it's better to sigh when we meet, and draw a farewell with the smoke!