I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind, the world of love word is true, the old man red line ten million roots, the Mona broken soul of love can be deep, this life is not for the love of a few points.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, can not forget the love of this part of the moon to drink alone until the daybreak, can not see through this merit and fame, this life will not stop the footsteps.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust, this life you and I have no destiny, forgetting the river for a thousand years, the nine reincarnation of the Tianxuan, to see the true love of the mercy of others.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, there is no right and wrong and right and wrong, the word "love" is always causing trouble, how many promises have been made, how many people have been around.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind, life is like a play, the prosperity of the end of the apprentice memories, the sunset of the western mountains, how many people abandoned, how many people will put me remember.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust, who knows my heart bitter, under the moon alone to draw the sword dance, a love affair engraved in the bone, a sentence of lovesickness who is the recipe.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, the long pavilion wine hearts will be, the bamboo pavilion *** drink no one drunk, once the friendship has been broken, a song of the Chu zheng who is right.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, a fruitless love, now frozen remnants of thoughts, break this desperate sword, once sweet hard to reproduce.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, the human heart is like a tomb, which is buried in the undead, once the old things to leave traces of the heart, turn around and then go to the door of reincarnation.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, once laughter is no longer there, now the river and mountain and who to guard, I have a lonely and strong wine, lonely and shadow alone.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, once aspired to the emperor road, that is the value of the people young, the world of war up to the sky, now the sword has returned to the sheath.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust, remember when the love is in love, not envious of lovebirds not envious of immortality, watching the flowers fall and looking at the sky, today wrote this poem.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust, the yellow spring road on the other side of the flowers, waiting for her on the Naiho Bridge, this world of rivers and mountains in the fight, I do not know who her flowers fell.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, a pot of turbid wine drink into the throat, this life and the world do not say rest, *** invite the bright moon to enjoy the spring and autumn, the red face is also gentle.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the wind and dust, the flowers and flowers of the song lyrics soft, my heart is long who stay, often remember when the mountains outside the building, the river water of the willow willow.

I have a pot of wine, enough to comfort the dust, the general returned to his hometown in a hundred battles, the division returned to the flags, the ducks alliance love oath heart happy, the white head together with the old promise promise promise.