A song from "A Midsummer Night".

A Midsummer Night

He's not tired, he's probably an alcoholic

Perhaps, his hand is raised and the sun has his way

Gentle approach, he began to preach, the doctrine of the city that never sleeps

Lust and short-lived madness

I quite like it, and my heart lives with one

It must have been me a hundred years ago, and I must have danced with a knife

Splashed with blood, he said he was outside the plug and he loved novels

But don't like the gods, their hypocritical tails

I never worry, I could be a good person

I got up on the third watch, and worshiped God on the fifth watch, the gods of the beginning

When the sun falls

He lay down on the stone slab and cried out no more

It was like becoming a Buddha and spending a mundane, midsummer night

"He Started Thinking Too Much"

It's been a long time, and he's got a long history

Gilded history, vintage men

He walked along a stretch of river, and he remembered the winter in the Blackwater River

A group of impudent people, of course, his politeness is reserved only for himself

But still noble people

His nobility comes from his lineage as well

The temper of the king, whose flowers bloom in the summer, has a bit of power

After the taste, he was very sad, and he remembered his father

The bullet went through his thigh, as well as his tobacco and foreign beard

The little woman survived there, and at this time he drew the curtains

I don't know what he's doing, but he must be dreaming

Rectangle, with a woman's flower, Saiko's smile

Sky

He found me, leaned in, not sick sir

Inside the belly is Qiankun and a ship

Very large boat with very shallow water, he raised his head

The Motherland also raised its head, the Motherland is too young

It wears a wreath and is more beautiful than his woman

He walked down the steps, which were covered with moss and antibiotics

Who he wants to find, I'm on the roof, with a few long hairs

He stayed for the rest of his life, and the sky at this time had its own ideas

After his eyes flashed, there was a rumbling and full voice