In the middle of the stream, ask the moon spring to follow the breeze.

The dream of folding flowers in the mirror meets by chance.

Cold dreams are the pain forgotten in the world.

Dancing alone in a dream, all kinds of yesterdays.

The world of mortals was in chaos, and the thoughts at that time were abandoned.

Where can I go with my sword instead of my old face?

Looking back with low eyebrows and smiling at the past, when will tea be returned?

Recalling the past with a smile, when will the red shirts return?

Singing goes away with the footsteps of the wind.

Where can I go with my sword instead of my old face?

Originally unintentional, it turned into acacia. How to eliminate this situation?

If you don't care, you can only pay for it now.

Singing goes away with the footsteps of the wind.

Time flies, although I am not old, I cry alone.

This dream of lovesickness can only be compared with seeking revenge with a sword.

Play alone for thousands of years and sigh alone.

Youth is just a flick of a finger, and tea is a ruin.