You are in the twelve scents
The most smoky kind
By the poet named Lin Sheng of the Song Dynasty
Verified
Wang Zhizhuo of the Tang Dynasty was at the border pass
Rejected
He was sealed by Wang Anshi
He was woken up by Cen Shan in the Thousand Mile Desert
Where you pass
Everything grows and is ambiguous
Warblers crying over and over again
It's like a vivid love
You're green again on the south bank of the river
But you underestimate
That spring snow in the north of The Seychelles
All right
I can't find it tonight
Wake up your antidote
so
Let me be drunk and dream
