Lyrics of xiaoqu'er's drunk

A few inches of bluestone in the snow

You can write through poems when you cover the branches

If it's time to go, it's hard to bury soldiers in troubled times

Also melt into a line of a few words in thin paper

Talk and drunk guest know

There is a holy word in the world, a cup of snow cooks wine to make medicine stone

I don't know everything when I drink through my intestines

The sound of two or three mountains in the distance

Who will listen to the new wine in my dream

Welcome to the cloud

The wild goose comes to my table

I have also been a guest in the world

The river and the cup

The old wish is once and for all

Laugh, spit, yellow and white

A piccolo without harps and harps

So the moon is dressed in white

There is a holy word in the world, a cup of snow cooks wine to make medicine stone

I don't know everything when I drink through my intestines

The sound of two or three mountains in the distance

Who will listen to the new wine in my dream

Welcome to the cloud

The wild goose comes to my table

I have also been a guest in the world

The river and the cup

The old wish is once and for all

Laugh, spit, yellow and white

A piccolo without harps and harps

So the moon is dressed in white

Welcome to the cloud

The wild goose comes to my table

I have also been a guest in the world

The river and the cup

The old wish is once and for all

Laugh, spit, yellow and white

A piccolo without harps and harps

The moon in white

It's said that a few inches of snow are covered in the common place

You can write through poems when you cover the branches

If it's time to go, it's hard to bury soldiers in troubled times

Also melt into a line of a few words in thin paper

Talk and drunk guest know