Night before ~ line of wine

The sky is not white, the night is not yet dark

The galaxy is bright and the lights are dimmed

In the cup of worldly things, there are vicissitudes in the middle of the cup.

This morning is drunk, and the wine is full of joy.

Next to the ancient road, outside the Yang Pass

Ben is a green lantern that does not return to the guest

A pot of turbid wine is red dust

The people of the end of the world, if they have mercy

Same drunken wind and dust road.

The love is not over, the night is not over

A glass of acacia wine, endless sorrow

Next to the Laurel Bridge, the lone shadow under the moon is in pairs.

The night is drunk for a thousand years, but the glass of wine is difficult to fill, and the drunken eyes are confused.

There is no sleep in his hometown, the wind is cool in the west of the king, and he is secretly martyred.

The wind is getting cooler and the night is still cold

Towards the time of green silk twilight frost, cup of tea thank you Gao Tang.

Ask the king to be healthy, ask the king to add clothes,

I don't feel that the years have gone through vicissitudes.

The small stove is warm and red makeup, and the concubines are busy cooking wine.

The children are playing with each other, and the knees have become pairs.

Fireworks and fireworks are two and a half, and candlelight is lit to reflect the window.