He and his world
Forty eight years of pomp
73 amorous old dreams
The lonely city is scattered, and thousands of miles are left blank
The moon sinks and the stars bury
The light and shadow of the nib move, and the chivalrous spirit comes when drunk
Kyushu mountains and rivers open
The color of peach blossom in sword point can drink alone to the moon
Flying across the stars overnight
Who's drunk in spring
Friends, friends, mediocrity, leisure guests, how many people can know me
The wind and snow all over the river in the morning
The number of plum blossoms is over seventeen
The world is in the wine, in the cup or in his heart
Knight errant has gone far away in dream or remnant page
In front of me, the world is vast
Who are you waiting for
After that, the sea of people is empty
In the twinkling of an eye, it's empty
The color of peach blossom in sword point can drink alone to the moon
Flying across the stars overnight
Who's drunk in spring
Friends, friends, mediocrity, leisure guests, how many people can know me
The wind and snow all over the river in the morning
I have counted seventeen plum blossoms
Crazy song, grand wine, long beacon world come to dream
Dare to make the world snow heavy
Who said that this half of my life was crazy and shared
On the paper, the old man disappeared between the lines, two forgotten in the smoke
Only laugh life and death into the sky
Wipe off the sword, a dream
The heart did not move and did not meet
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