The leaves rustled, the old story was like a cloud of smoke
Noisy horizon is not the same as in the past
The storm emerged in Yun Zhen, friends were sparse
At that time around how generous the scene was
Do not want to be contaminated with dust, but being infected with dust is not up to me
The color of snow is the soul
Do not want to cause resentment, but resentment how can be avoided
Afraid that everything from the beginning was wrong
Cool wind blew in the night, wash prosperity and failure everywhere
But the old friend was gone
Play guqin to ask the moon, over the years add a few exclamations
Can't resist the hundred transformations of the world
High mountains long rivers, writing horizontal and vertical ink strokes
It is difficult to distinguish between opaque or clear
The young man borrowed wine saying that the road was not full of turns
True and false to the end must be clearly exposed
Do not want to swing swords, yet it's not up to me
Fife, does not know how to send it all
Do not want to cover eyes, eyes cover will also have cause and effect
Ignoring love and hatred, for the sky to decide
Cool wind blew in the night, wash prosperity and failure everywhere
But the old friend was gone
Play guqin to ask the moon, over the years add a few exclamations
Can't resist the hundred transformations of the world
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