Nippori brown winter, cold rain, wanzan cold color.
Look at the wind, the dead branches are rolling, and the courtyard is full of depression.
The summer is cold and the next year is over, and the green silk is smeared with snow and autumn frost.
Ask the kings, how many sorrows can there be, who can see through it?
From the new moon, the sun sets. How many things, today is not yesterday.
Why not be more intoxicated, free by me.
Spring fishing creek cloud field by the moon, summer invited niyan hall to go forward.
Come home, a song of laughter red dust, getaway.
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