The mourning bird mourns towards the sky, and it will all fade away in three years.

You call for wind and rain in the Tianshan Mountains, crying at night with blood, tears and snow and grass splashing.

I asked the Ming Dynasty king if he could come. How could it be that the world is far away but the road is far away?

It's like drifting away to the blue sky, and the wine is endless and the smile is joyful.

Xiao Er holds a long sword on the jade steps. How can he be at a loss after finishing several cups?

Come for me in my dreams, come for me in my dreams.

Riding a boat and dreaming of floating clouds rising from the moon, picking stars and holding the moon in the dark purple underworld.
Chapter completed!