Lyrics: Playing the ice spindle, crashing the garaha, strings of chili peppers hanging on the wall. The windows are frosty, and the pockets are full of popcorn. Pure grain wine it's hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot. Lyrics: Da Ping, Music: Da Ping, Original Song: Da Ping.