Chao: Sitting with the cup leaning over, admiring the moon, entering the water, playing the harp with a brightly made sword, unable to see through the mirror in the wine (Wind: mirror in the wine) Wind: On human feelings, euphemistically singing, now watching a scene of sword soul, Qin Xinchao: lifting the sword, thinking that it has cut off the lingering entanglement

Wind: The falling sword lingers and lingers. Chao: Embroidery and painting, Tu Su meets the new year. He: The pear blossoms spread in the peach garden. Wind: The sound of the piano plays for a long time. Cold and warm (Super: Cold and warm). Enjoy Xiangling and hear Lansheng. Comic Chao: Drunk.

I bumped into each other and the music faded away: the love affair is regardless of the world's affairs, the source is harmonious: the soul of the sword is scattered, the piano is in confusion, the wine is overflowing, and the fragrance cannot be covered by the wind: who sees the edge of the sword, who hears the clear and slow sound of the piano: drinking is hiding in a dream.

You can’t escape love and peace: you can’t escape even if you stop and go, no matter how many obsessions you have. Super: when you are young and have a cup of fun, the fragrance of wine can’t be covered by the wind: who can see the blade of the sword is bright and sharp, who can hear the clear and gentle sound of the piano: the soul of the sword

The heart of the piano is scattered, I drink wildly, I hide in the half-dream, but I can't escape the wind of love: the strings of the piano are plucked away, the past is far away, and the song is scattered. I only remember the young palace trembling to sleep with you, the world is sleeping, and the wine is burned and drowned. I drank up my long-cherished life and wish to transcend: holding the sword.

I have been walking generously for hundreds of years (wind: hundreds of years) and I still don’t understand the soul of the sword. The purple shirt is brushed and the dust is dusted on the mountainside. I taste the red jade without waking up and making peace: the soul of the sword is scattered, the piano is in chaos, and the heart is confused. The fragrance of wine is difficult to cover

Wind: who sees the edge of the sword and who hears the clear and slow sound of the piano: drinking and hiding in a dream, you can't escape love and: walking and stopping, no matter how much obsession you have, you can't escape it and: a young man bets on a cup of wine and enjoys the fragrance of wine

The overflow is covered. Who can see the bright and sharp blade of the sword? Who can hear the clear and slow sound of the piano? The soul of the sword is scattered and the piano is scattered. The heart is drinking wildly. I can't hide and escape the love in the half-dream. Chao: I can't escape the love even if I hide.