Borrow a lone lamp to play a guzheng, only afraid of missing the returnees, borrow a dream red dust to waste the measure, disturb the people who broke their souls, the wind provoked smoke and dust to decorate the tear marks, the line was hurriedly passers-by, and the wind stopped

Borrow a lone lamp, play a guzheng, only afraid of missing the returnees, borrow a dream of red dust, waste the measure, the disturbing people have broken their souls, the wind stirs up smoke and dust, the makeup is a tear stain, the color is hurriedly a passerby, the wind stops and the rain rolls over the rings of the year, we are just floating, don't wait for the red dust road to get on the horse, don't wait for the unscrupulous people in the depths of a hundred flowers, don't wait for strangers to go to another village in an isolated city, don't wait for an inch of moonlight and no return.