The moon is hazy
Sending wine with the breeze
There are too many poetic tributes
Drunken dreams are empty
The drunken entanglement with you
You have remembered
The heart that messed up
How is it that this is the only song
Which will make you softly chime
Drunken breeze
The dream mirror's false existence
The sound of the zither sends us off
Are there still any feelings
Wind, flower, snow, moon and face
And you drunkenly lingered
You remembered
A messed-up heart
Butterflies go wherever you want
To raise a glass of wine to dispel sorrows, the feeling is strong
No one favors
It is because of this that I think that I have been thinking about this song for a long time. I think too much
It's like a moth to a flame, so impulsive
In the end
There's still a candlelight
It burns me out
The song is over
Who doesn't have faults
I'll see through it
The moonlight is hazy, and the wind is blowing, and I'll send you away with a glass of wine
Too many poems and songs to drink in the dream
There is no point in getting drunk
It's too much poetry and dreaming
It's too much poetry and singing. I'm not in love with you
With you, I'm drunk
You remember
The butterflies are gone without a trace
We've raised our glasses to dispel our sorrows
No one's favorite
I'm overthinking it
It's just like moths to the flame
I'm not in love with you. In the end
There is still a candle flame
To burn me out
The song is over
Who has no faults
I can see through it
I think too much...
Like a moth to a flame so impulsive
Lastly
There is still a candle flame
Burning me out
The song is over
Who is at fault
I can see through it
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