Please write a Tibetan poem "Happy Birthday Lying Down" at once. Thank you.

Zhang Dian promised me to become an immortal,

Art is as small as a gentleman, but I still don't give up.

Xing learns Changsha dance,

It's hard to decide whether to live or hate.

Blood beads under sunlight will drop to the ground,

A sharp knife will cut an own goal,

Leyuan Scenic Area has lived in Shanghai for a long time.

Hans Zhang went home by boat,

Art is self-conscious.

Xingqing Palace swimming pool is open all month.

Life is not life, death is not death.

The west wind rose red one after another,

If you are happy but don't know who you are,

Musicians don't know Chang 'an Road.

Mr. Zhang Guo took the elixir of life,

Art talks about autumn glue.

I'm so excited, I will fight for this play.

Born in Jiangnan, long and graceful.

It's hard to sit alone at night,

Sword and halberd face to face,

Music camp is managed by idle people.

If you don't know how to leave a message,

Yi Xu was shot by Yuji.

Once the excitement is over, spring can't live.

Be wise and cautious, but don't be happy.

The sun was high and the switch was not turned on.

The arrow blows down Xi Feipeng,

Yue Guang's death is rare.