The rain at night and the winter wind pass by, always locking your thoughts in the eyebrows. Hanging by the window without complaining, borrowing peach blossoms to send the Spring Festival. My heart has gone through many vicissitudes. Night rain and cold wind, dreams fall between flowers. When I wake up, it seems like a lifetime ago, and my brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable. Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you stroking the jade emperor again and playing the strings drunk? Looking forward to the Millennium, I am full of prosperity, and my infatuation has not changed. Borrow peach blossoms and look forward to the coming year.