Drunken by the breeze
The moonlight is hazy
Send wine with the breeze
Too many poems
< p>Drunk life, dream, and death are all in vainDrunk with you, you remember it
The chaotic heartbeat
Why is there only this song
It will make you drunk with the gentle breeze
I think too much
I am as impulsive as a moth to a flame
In the end, a candle burned out I
I see through the end of the song and no one is at fault
The emptiness of dreams
The sound of the piano sends each other off
Also There is no love
The beauty of the wind, flowers, snow and moon
The butterfly has gone without a trace
Toast a glass to relieve the sorrow, no one is favoring