Lyrics of audio monster smoke with the wind

Hanging at the end of the night

Wind and sand can't reach the reeds in Tingzhou

On both sides of the river

Cold old crow on the desert

Where does the old thing flow

The moon is not high

Lonely kite carrying spring grass into the sky

Travel thousands of miles day and night

The sword and the sword fall on the snow

One inch flies away, one inch gathers into the box

Why do you always look for him

Future generations bring the haze

The wind and smoke in the desert are like sound, the strings are like noise

Hu Jia kept on singing, and he was singing three times

There is a long river, such as a white horse and flying geese

A thousand cups of snow on this page

Where does the old thing flow

The cold moon is on the high cliff

Lonely kite carrying spring grass into the sky

Travel thousands of miles, day and night

The sword and the sword fall on the snow

One inch flies away, one inch gathers into the box

Why do you always look for him

Future generations bring the haze

The wind and smoke in the desert are like sound, the strings are like noise

Hu Jia kept on singing, and he was singing three times

There is a long river, such as a white horse and flying geese

A thousand cups of snow on this page

When was the moon in the yellow sand

This body is not in vain to sing and walk in the world

With the wind and smoke of a river, there is a line between heaven and earth

A thousand cups of snow for wine farewell