Lying at night listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse is you, and the glacier is you.
Lighten the world of mortals, give up youth, thin the size of the years, thin the fingertips.
Who holds my hand and makes me crazy for half a lifetime; Who, kiss my eyes, cover my half-life displacement; Who, caress my face, comfort my half-life sorrow; Who, with my heart, melts my half-life frost; Who, help me on the shoulder, drive me to silence all my life.
Who will boil whose hair into white hair. Who buried peach blossoms under whose eyes. One kind of lovesickness, two places of carefree sorrow, and three feet of hair are empty in the four seasons.
Gone with the world, just for you. Cang shui Jia Jian, just for you to return to the field to unload your armor.
Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
Once upon a time, horses and chariots were slow, and letters were difficult to get through. I was destined to love you only in my life.
Vows never come back, flowers are worn out, tears are sad, you are no longer, once the prosperity has declined, leaving only fragmentary beauty. Iraqis are heartbroken, heroes don't regret it, they pass by without nostalgia, flowers are numerous, flowers are withered, flowers are incomplete, flowers are defeated, flowers are in tears all their lives, and they are helpless and sad to wait for the next reincarnation.
In the past, feelings were brewed into wine, and I would grow drunk without worrying.
1 The mellow timbre gurgled out, like a flying butterfly, flapping its wings in the moonlight, and let me forget to rise and fall in the depths of your flowers and forget to go home.
1 I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and nights singing nightmares, singing prosperity and singing off all the memories.
1 The world of mortals is like a dream, drunk, it was a dusty dream last night. A wisp of affection, what time to leave sorrow, and how many mundane things are entangled. Who is not tired by the world of mortals, who is not thin for the world of mortals. Come and go, dreams of the world of mortals, joys and sorrows, tears of the world of mortals. Ask how many dreams there are in the breeze, ask what the bright moon is going to do, but wait and see. A song of the world of mortals attracts many tears and tears.
1 In the bustling world of mortals, you are destined to be a passer-by. The fate you made in your previous life was exchanged and passed by once. Drunk and poetic talk, your words, no one understands. Your appearance is proud of the past and present. And I, my thoughts become ink, writing shades for you.