A lamp of sorrow in front of the lonely window to the sideburns
After the dying gate, the man did not leave
The full moon is lonely And the old land is revisited
Waking tears in the middle of the night Candles remain empty
A pot of wandering is difficult to enter the throat
Jun went after the wine warm thoughts who were thin
The water flows eastwards three springs like a dream to whom to steal
The blossom is wrong whose pipa is broken by the east wind
Years drift away when I don't understand
Still remember the total angle of the young
The piano is humorous, the people are quiet
The pipa is broken by an east wind
Maple stained red dust who sees through
The fence ancient road was once walked
The smoke and grass are over the years
After the divergence
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