Intoxicating dreams pass by your heart, fragrant years pass by, and holiday words are forgotten. When you leave a stranger, you will remember it. Tears spilled in the morning, and the lingering sound was cold and empty, so it was called this. Everyone has the meaning of missing and being sad. Intoxicating dreams pass by the heart. The refreshing and fleeting part of the dream haunts me, making people sleepy and unwilling to wake up. I miss the words of the festival lightly in Fangnian, which reminds me of the words we loved when we were in full bloom. I remember being alone, staying alone in a strange moment, remembering the dribs and drabs at that time. Tears shed in the morning are definitely youth, and the tears shed fall in the morning light, cutting off the sad years of youth. The echoes are cold and empty, and the echoes around the beams are cold, which isolates the coldness of the old people.