Dj square dance outside the mountain pavilion

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The cold wind blows hard, at Shili Pavilion, there are barren ancient roads, and the green grass seems to laugh. They are endless and unscrupulous. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. The drizzly evening breeze blows the willows, as if trying to keep something. Intermittent flute sounds are also telling other voices. The sunset has set on the hill, but I don't want to leave. The horizon is long, but the horizon is half broken. Far and wide, in all directions, my former bosom friends are scattered and can't get together anymore. Let's say goodbye to Meng Han tonight. Let's finish this last cup and leave some happy memories. I hope we will be apart tonight, and we won't be apart again in our dreams.