Who spilled sake and ephemera? Who will drink a pot of moonlight? If acacia can be drunk, the fleeting past can make me drunk, and when I wake up, the moonlight is bright and the stars are bright. And the tide of thoughts is gone with the wind.
In an instant, the beauty is old. Looking back suddenly, the dust of the past seems like a lifetime ago, the years are blurred and the fireworks are exhausted.
The breeze and the bright moon dance together. Do you feel homesick? When I think of the feeling when I first met you, it's like a breeze blowing with thoughts.
After waking up, I miss you like a tide, and my eyebrows are full of acacia. The sunset glow that dyed the horizon red.
Watching the sea of clouds turn up, fallen leaves fall, loneliness is hard to hide, and dusk spreads. Who knows, I sang in a low voice and got drunk.
Sigh like a dream, whose world is pale? The dust in the wind has settled for a while. The lonely world after the rain precipitated a kind of tranquility after flying.
Sit and forget the world, watch clouds and smoke, listen to the faint drizzle, and time will never change.
Too many feelings have blurred. A heart that has long been washed away from lead China no longer remembers any prosperous personnel.
Who is the beauty among beautiful women, and how many times is life sad? With the passage of time, bloom died. The ending was very sad, and finally I came to the conclusion that "the fallen petal intentionally follows the flowing water, and the flowing water has no beloved fallen petal".
I know what you mean. I don't need any more words. I will forget you in the rivers and lakes, quench my thirst by drinking poison, let the evening breeze be the messenger of forgetting, turn around quietly in the boundless wilderness, and then leave.
When the fragrance of flowers falls into reincarnation, it falls into the teardrop cinnabar between my eyebrows. Whose world is desolate and whose horizon. ...