Cover the window and drink a glass of desolation. The night is slightly cool, just like a dream. The breeze is coming, I am not frightened, not happy, not worried.

It's a real escape. Not reckless, not greedy and exaggerated, holding the sword in the world. Drink a pot of turbid wine, spur the horse, and from then on idle clouds and wild cranes, drink mountains and water, isn't it wonderful.

The moon laughs, the stars shake, drinking alone and lonely, full of desolation. Hongchen died, had nothing, fell lonely, and only hid his heart.

One thought is persistent, and the other thought is miserable. Looking forward to it alone, less waiting for the ending. I waited for spring and autumn, but there was no summer and winter.

All thoughts, finally calm, let him go crazy, has nothing to do with me. Like a dream, like a dream. No longer fetters, constant involvement.

The years are in a hurry, and the wine is happy, and it will be miserable in the end. Drunk and dreaming of death, deserted, making people cry.

was young and frivolous, let him pass the time, and finally pay for his death when he was old. The moon laughs, the stars shake, don't let time laugh past.

In a hurry, leaving, those who have and those who don't are ultimately just the past. You say you are young and frivolous, and I sigh that you have a desolate night.

If you forget each other, you want to forget each other. Why don't you cherish it and sigh alone. This past year, a sentence of missing, the red dust past, desolate!

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Waiting for the Time Collection] 13: Don't let the passing years laugh at the past, you are hitting in your hand, please wait for a while,

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