From Night Book-Rabbit Wrapped Egg Roll

. Word: Quan Zhu Xian Jia

Original song: "Maple Leaves Falling"

At the beginning of the night, there is no way to cut candles, and there is nothing to worry about. In the eyes of a shallow frown, the autumn water is slightly blue and the pen is light and long. I am reminiscing about the past, and the sun is warm. Today, tired birds lean on each other and it is difficult to get together. Why didn't you know about the sky and smoke for a long time?