Sheng Xiao is far away, and the lights are dim
Memories of the past
It's hard to trace the past in the vast time
Save the true and eliminate the false in one's life
I can't separate the tears in my hands
Make your eyes clear
Maybe love goes against your will
Morning breeze can't solve hangover
Whose tears dark red stamens
The wind and rain are falling
Do not want to bloom alone
Future youth
The setting sun returns in the morning
Who can't sleep in the middle of the night
Sit and watch the autumn wind blowing through the palace curtain
A wisp of obsession locked in love
Looking back like a dream
It's always the fragrance of aloes
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