It's me who sleeps when I'm drunk
Or are you tired with my heart
It's not me who writes poetry, it's me who writes poetry
It's not me drinking, it's me drinking
When did the sound of shoes get cold with moss
What is the easiest thing in the world to make young people old
Half frost in my heart, half shadow
Not me, not me
Not me homesick, homesick me
Return to the old red medicine by the bridge
Is it me who walked the road
Or am I walking
The wind blows through the west window, and the ferry is nowhere to be found
It's me through spring and autumn
Or spring and autumn after me
Every year, the new grass looks like the old
In the deep of the night, there is no regret
Looking back, Qingjiang is full of tears
The wind patted on the shoulder, afraid to see the moon reduced green
A landscape and a song
A flute of rain, cold blowing through
The dream in the leaf sound end place gently with
A landscape and a song
A flute of rain, cold blowing through
The dream in the leaf sound end place gently with
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