The moon is misty, and the breeze is sending the wine
Too many poems are empty
When I was drunk with you, do you remember
How can I only have this song
It'll make you drunk
The emptiness of the dream mirror
Do you still have a romantic face
When I was drunk with you, do you remember
The butterfly's whereabouts have disappeared
Raise your glass to ease your worries
I think too much
Like a moth to a fire
Finally, there was a candle burning me
I can see who has no fault
The virtual dream of the mirror
Do you still have a romantic face
When I was drunk with you, do you remember
The butterfly's whereabouts have disappeared
Raise your glass to ease your worries
I think too much
Like a moth to a fire
Finally, there was a candle burning me
Who has no fault in Qu Sanzhong
I think too much
Like a moth to a fire
Finally, there was a candle burning me
I can see who has no fault
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