Old lines
Shallow cloud, shallow knot, shallow red bun
Old Zhumen wine mixed with Cornus officinalis
Wild geese over the line wrapped clothes
At that time the willows were still clinging
Listening and parting across the shore
Who says that young people are not sentimental
Whisk away the flocculent and fill in the stratus
The most fear is that the stratiform clouds will disperse
I'm afraid it's hard to be safe
Most afraid of a brush away deep meaning
Old lines, old songs, old laughter
But the old dream, the new to the lamp drink
It's good to drink the smoke
When the spring water is green
Hiding the love of this life
It's just a strong word to say that sorrow increases age
I don't know how I feel every year
If it's frost and dew
If the future is beautiful
If you're from me, I'll live up to you
Go up the stairs and sing high
At the end of the day
But the sky is cool and the autumn has no return time
But the sky is cool and the autumn has no return time
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