Cold night, snow, Bai Yue, parting, who wants to accompany me like clothes?
Snow has gone in Qian Shan, and the world of mortals is thousands of miles away. How can you leave this life blank and write the ending in a gloomy way?
Turning around, a wisp of Leng Xiang was far away, the snow was deep and the smile was shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?
Pear flower rain in the snow, unrequited love for the seven strings, chaos has not been bent.
Why forget to fly back? Don't ask, the snow is old.
Brush the snowflakes off your clothes and look side by side. The world is vast.
Brothels are still full, who can solve my loneliness?
A bleak dream of floating life is better than a bleak life.
When can we break up, sigh at the paper and indulge in frivolous music?
I have been haggard and self-aware all my life. Blow away again, the string is broken and the confidant is disconsolate.
The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.