Flip time, who is drunk in the sea of Qin?

Text/Red Rhyme Poem Feather Tonight, the moonlight is like water, a guqin sings the deepest feelings, and a thin solitary lamp burns loneliness alone, swaying a person's past and letting his thoughts wander freely. The dusty memory disappeared in the casual fleeting time, just like a dust floating in the heart seamlessly, softly colliding with the atrium, and the shallow pain was deeply dispelled. Mud and dust fly, tears have already broken into lines, keeping the promise of this life, and engraving all love without regrets. Who had a tearful dream? A nostalgia, a gaze, will always be in the pearl curtain of time, patrolling your light footsteps drifting away. That heartfelt sadness can't be lost or faded in the mottled years. If I don't miss you, how can I stay awake in this long night? In this bustling world, you always make my mind full of thoughts and always dream of returning to the season when I met you. Although the flowers in that season have withered everywhere, I can't forget them. I know it will be a vicissitudes that I will never forget in my life, and I will linger in your life. I would rather live in vain for love and for you in this life. In front of the Bilou window in Xiao Xuan, the lonely shadow lingers in the moonlight. Flowers are in ruins, a wisp of fragrant soul falls into the water cloud sword, scattered into dust and ground into mud, and only a faint fragrance remains, remembering the fleeting time and recording it as a ruin. Tears on eyelashes stained with frost, expecting an empty dream. A Meng Han is fragrant, and the end of the world is lonely and cold. Lonely shadow porch accompanied by wine sorrow, how much madness, how much resentment, how much sorrow fell in the cup. Who will get drunk with me? Tender attachment is like tears flying, and deep thoughts are scattered. Play a tune "Pipa", the ancient mottled lyre sounds flow, and the moonlight permeates this silent night. Shallow thoughts bloom in my heart like lotus flowers, and my thoughts have drifted away. Love never goes far. Those tangled years have gently untied a long-lost tie. The music of eternal sorrow, repeating the past dribs and drabs, endless lovesickness, blurred eyes, grieved the heart and lost the loneliness of the moonlit night. The dew is bleak and the moonlight is confused. Blue light alone, flickering candlelight, leaning against the window alone, daydreaming, dreaming long, feeling lonely, melancholy, piano full of hate for the moon, meditation without a door to cry. There have been many separations since ancient times, leaving only a lifetime of sadness. Sighing misty rain, I can't see the ups and downs of the world, the ups and downs of youth, the lingering world of mortals, and I can't walk out of love and hate. Where am I dreaming? Rolling bead curtain, dust like a dream. Soul leisurely, waste measures sigh. Sigh flies, who is playing the heartstrings in the flower building, the flowers fall on the shoulders, the eyes are blurred, and the whispers are intermittent. Sighing the fleeting time, who is missing who? Who languishes for whom when awake? Who is waiting for who after drifting away? Sighing the fleeting time, who will keep my love forever? Who is waiting for the season when flowers bloom and fall? Who agreed with whom, this life will be full of foam and waning moon, and the bleak place is full of red dust and tears. Who planted a poisoned cup for me in the world of mortals? I can't forget those pictures of past lives. When is sadness the end? The wind of past lives blew through my eyes, and the romantic sentiment under the starry sky no longer existed. The love between flowers and the moon has long been shattered in the fleeting dust. Meeting you is my melancholy prosperity. You made me wait for thousands of years in my previous life until the prosperity and blue light were gone. The cold wind is rustling, and the years are rushing, making it difficult to forget the memories of the past. Memory, still branded with each other unwilling to give up a glimpse of warmth. Flowers bloom and fall, and the fleeting time is gone forever. Falling flowers flying all over the sky, engraved with the past youth, are still warm. Standing in the depths of the years, I kept looking back. The pain awakened by the wind tore the vows of dry seas and rotten rocks into pieces, and the helplessness and grief scattered all over the place crisscrossed. You are the most beautiful encounter in my life, and your kind voice floats in my heart, just like white clouds in the sky, coming and going leisurely, dancing lightly and standing as a permanent acacia. Your eyes are as gentle as water, and I can't walk into your sight in my life. I just want to indulge in your hearty laughter all my life. Since then, your love has filled my space. Your love has been in my heart ever since. I still remember that the first time we met, I hugged each other bored, drank together, played the piano and enjoyed the moon together, and sang together, and you and I got drunk. Today, the piano is playing loudly, and I bow my head sadly, sighing and confused. Perhaps, I am not your warm look back, but you are my eternal love. Even if love dries up, I am still waiting in my memory to weave my eternal love. You are still my dream for thousands of years. Who still remembers the promise that was blown dry by the wind, withered petals, like years rushing, melted in the past. Perhaps, you will never understand in this life, and your tearful departure will be my eternal pain. How many days and nights, silently bear the loneliness of this night. I once asked, meeting in this life is a long-cherished wish condensed with tears in previous lives. Why has it broken the horizon so far? Why do all romantic things fall on your shoulders, my chord? How can you have the heart to leave me alone when the tenderness of your palm has not dissipated? After a thousand years of reincarnation, I can't hug you as I wish. After all, the love of three lives can't change you for the rest of your life. The night is quiet, the wind is bleak and the moon is facing the castle, and it is heartbreaking. The single chair is cold and the strings are messy. The world of mortals is rolling, and I'm not familiar with it. I can only chase the lost years from the incomplete memory and suddenly look back. I was lonely several times, and my dreams were over. Memories silently beat the surging thoughts in my heart. The hand holding your hand and the vow to grow old together with your son are so far away, so far away, so moved, so missed, so much. The glitz is gone, awakening the traces of the years, doomed to be fate, lonely and desperate, soaked in red eyes, scarred, but you can't see it. Wine is light, songs are light, and cups are rippling. Who will think about the past? In the world, there is no limit to the floating world, and it is all gone in a blink of an eye. This is a song and I am eager to read it. The moonlit night was cold and lonely, and I was moved by acacia, speechless and obsessed with memories. I miss my life, and I am sad for the end of the world. Dust to dust, dirt to dirt, I am going to the end of the world. Flowers bloom all over the sky, and fate is empty. Everything became a cloud of smoke, which drifted away with the wind. The smoke locked the building and made me feel sad. I brushed my hair in front of the window and knew who it was. Unfinished feelings, wet tears, sleepless night, charming and sad. Those who are relieved of lovesickness are relieved of their worries, and those who miss them are in tears. People are thinner than flowers, but their feelings remain the same. It's hard to say what they want. Those with residual makeup can solve the problem between the eyebrows. The past is unbearable. Looking at the moon, I looked up gloomily. Thousands of miles of smoke filled the building, and a curtain of dreams eventually became misty rain. A few degrees of red dust, a few degrees of misty rain, loneliness and distance, white fog and frost. After a long and bitter separation, all my thoughts are bleak. The bamboo shadow shakes bleak, the piano sounds bleak, and the deep feeling has drifted away with the wind, speechless, dreaming back at midnight, and tears streaming down her face. It's hard to tell the truth when you are stupid and complaining. How much hate, how much sorrow, fragrance, who are you thinking about? I fondled the piano, thinking that it would be nice to meet each other at the beginning of life. The feast of life will never turn into a lonely ending in the blink of an eye. But where are you today? In silence, the faded past flows away, blown into clouds, and wrapped in endless nostalgia in the rings of years. As the years passed, the dust settled, my heart had a Qian Qian knot, and there were thousands of tears from Qian Qian. Who will read it to me? Who will read me? My heart is calling your name, a call and a line of tears. Why did you leave me? I love you without regrets. No matter where you are, my love and my feelings will remain the same. With you gone, my life has become a blank. My heart is waiting for you in the vast sea of people, looking for you silently. Can you hear my call? A wisp of breeze is bleak, and lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul in the bleak wind. How many feelings are outstanding, how many smiles and tears fly, stroking the strings and asking what is the love of heaven? Why being together is just a dream. Play a farewell song, sad and sad. A piece of lovesickness is heartbroken, I can't sleep in the middle of the night, and I can't stop worrying about it. It's too painful. The biting wind blows into my heart, and my thoughts affect my soul. I am so obsessed with it that I miss you forever and stay in the world of mortals. I don't think about it, but I can't forget it. My tears flow into my heart, singing about your floating figure, only sighing that it is an old scene. Heart yearning, heart waiting, heart caring, life meeting, life sorrow, where is the dream soul? A lifetime of sadness, sad thoughts, countless sorrows and chaotic melancholy have ruined each other's fleeting time. Who made a promise, but in the end it became a painful lie for each other. I can't forget the happy moment, think of the past fleeting time, bounce the strings of the Millennium, point to the dust jumping on the strings, cross the thoughts of the years and precipitate the dust. At the end of the song, people broke up, leaving only an unbearable ending, vicissitudes of life, misty rain all over the world Who will play this familiar melody with me? Now that people are gone, this may be the most beautiful ending of fate. The wind rises again, but it can't blow away the melancholy between the eyebrows. When will my thoughts stop? Remnant red dances with the wind, telling the sadness of fate and not expecting the return of fleeting time. The night was lonely and cold, and it soaked my heart. Who can tell me if there is eternal love in this world? Is there eternal happiness, eternal happiness? Who can tell me, did you love each other from the beginning and stay together until you get old? Who can tell me that in the world of mortals, you are an encounter in my life journey? Close your eyes. Who's who? Who does the sound of flowers salute? Who grows old with the sound of falling flowers? The sigh of displacement can't hide the sadness, and the flying flowers can't hide the sadness. Falling flowers are intentional, and running water is ruthless. Such a hasty time, it is doomed that you and I can only look back. . . Then, strangers to each other, from then on, their respective ends of the earth. A clear rhyme is waiting for dawn, where is it difficult to meet? Looking at each other from a distance, smelling the night, touching the piano alone, licking the wound, and the smoke flying with the wind and rain. Reach out and embrace the desolation of the Millennium, fly quietly and bow your head with a lost ribbon, fading away the sadness and loneliness of the world.