Not just the lyrics of Tibetan Dragon

Tibetan Dragon

The wind is as drunk as wine, and the dream is as good as that year

Sweet clover fragrance blowing into the moon

Old friends hold altar and drink together and talk about Chang'an in autumn night

Drunk to deep, pillow arm sleep who eaves

Like electricity in the last 17 years

You can see all the old pavilions

Half of the hand planted lotus was damaged

The remaining branch is folded in the hand like a hairpin

Come back to the Tibetan dragon garden to borrow a handle and listen to the rain falling like a curtain in front of the hall

When summer is clear and Yin is reduced, who laughs at qingpingchi and says that the wind rises here

Looking at the durian blossoming and brushing the white shirt

All of a sudden, after years of listening to a piece of music, people are scattered

How to tell sad old stories when drunk with others

Looking up at the white dog, the clouds are falling apart

Smoke cold lost Post Inn trance like first sight

In the sinking pond, the waves are faint and the scales are green

Clouds split like lightning

I don't know why I should be robbed

It is said that the palace on the twelfth floor is cold

Wine without pleasure

It's the night, the moon, the moon, the sky

Reminiscent of this night in the world

Come back to the Tibetan dragon garden to borrow a handle and listen to the rain falling like a curtain in front of the hall

When the summer is clear and the Yin is reduced, he once smiles and points to qingpingchi, and says that the wind rises here

The pomegranate blossoms are ready to burn down the folding fan

All of a sudden, after years of listening to a wake-up music, the end of the people have been scattered

Drunk and others talk, and from his old story, the alley talks

Lying at the desk, but the crane's cloak covers his shoulders, waiting to wake up