The old city is still empty of people. Looking forward to singing and drinking day and night╮ By the Lian River, the resentful people are wandering and the ink sounds are gathering in the mist and rain. Hill is dreaming of being drunk as a beautiful woman with a skeleton in red clothes. I am drunk in front of the flower, half-faced with tears, and I will be with you for the rest of my life. I will be with you for three lifetimes. The love for my beloved is not yet deep. I look back and smile in the old city. The song ends and people must be separated. How can I save you? I leave a wisp of fragrance in the air. I love you and you don’t know how to pretend. Pig eats tiger @ Outside the ancient pavilion - I am the most handsome beside the straw! The past is lost. -The Lonely City of Brahma? The peach-blossom-colored years of friendship in the eyes* A song of mourning is the most meaningful gaze. The traces of the years are chivalrous and tender. The tenderness destroys the beauty. The blue shirt is stained with ink by the Daming Lake. The tomb is stained with ink. The dawn wind is the waning moon. The dream of the Tang Palace i. The tragic song of separation is mourning for thousands of cities. ぅ. Looking back just for you - Ai Qing Can Meng ╰ Reminiscent of God. ℡ Love reverses the law of love and is confused between the brows. The catkins in the city are blown into snow to accompany you, solitary and celadon is like water.

For you, the cold weather in the south is thin, and I sigh at the changes in the world - I fall into a dream of the green shadow of the lotus boat - the flowing water sleeves are stained by the dust. I am bound by Chang'an City, waiting for the old friend to stick to Qingcheng for seven miles. The beauty in the city is drunk, and the water near the tower is scattered,