The sun is smoky and the stars are silent
Pavilion misty rain, moonlight and other fine wind and soft scenery
Playing the flute, Qiantang Baisha travel just to meet you
A bridge of light rain, even a dream
Floating life and floating catkins
Red world writing, fragrant flowers standing beside trees
I'm afraid you'll get wet in the rain
A light umbrella for you
How many Indus moon flutes are there in the courtyard?
On New Year's Eve, the wind blows and the dust is separated from the sea
Condense a wisp of poetry to outline the reincarnation of love
A jasmine tree is enough for one person
Memories of tea cooking on the swing in the shadow of Crabapple
Meet you again at the time of broken branches and falling flowers
The cold wind blows like water, the ancient sapphire road wants to add clothes for you
A leaf orchid boat blows down my memory
Cold snow in Guangxi, clove in the valley
Silver grass and sunset
Zhouhengren's Rouge pill at the corner of his mouth
A song of joys and sorrows is parting
How many Indus moon flutes are there in the courtyard?
On New Year's Eve, the wind blows and the dust is separated from the sea
Condense a wisp of poetry to outline the reincarnation of love
I don't want to see you, so I'm excited
When I wake up, people walk through the street
Only when it rained last night did we know it was a dream
It's OK. Maybe different time and space are thinking of you
Different time and space, different dreams
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