I am a song slave
In the vast river and lake
A blush of rouge.
Drink a pot of water from the river
It's not wine that makes me drunk
You can't have it anymore
How ever was it not your hands
Push me step by step
Drunken flying steps
The road of generations
The willow in front of my door
Send away the tombs of several generations
First heard of the golden hairpin
The snow outside the door is in disorder
He also sang the songs of Qin emperor, Chu and Han Dynasty
Or alone
I'm afraid I'll sing a song, I'm afraid the azalea won't speak
But there was no reward for you. You returned home in tears
What else can I sing? There are no seats on this stage
Lonely let you is I listen to guest a cup to wear intestines and pass
A river of spring water flowing South
It's my homesickness at the moment that I happen to hear your voice
Pillow my jade hand Qianhua lift the veil of crying
I've been thinking about him for days and nights
But the home is covered with loess, which is buried with the bones of my lover
Can you understand the pain of my heart
But I can't remember where I should be buried
I still don't want to call the curtain, I'm feeling it
Exquisite dice and red beans
If you are hard to guess and see through, untie my red sleeve
Do you know the love in this word
Do you know that my eyes are wet and I'm suffering from love
The world is in chaos
It's another Mid Autumn Festival
Snow and Yellow River
It's over
A good road
A vast expanse of weeds
Is it because I was born too early
Destined to die alone
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