2. Lyrics

With a twist of your finger, the fish in the quicksand pond splashed.

When I was drunk, I waved my sword to cut off the sunset glow.

Dreaming of Zijin, wearing phoenix yarn

Daydreaming is too illusory and grandiose.

Gossip, spend the winter in Bree.

When I succeed, I will become a fat horse in the West Mountain.

On the cry of wine to the world

The bright moon invited the window, so it pretended to be chic.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to patronize the restaurant.

Who paints when you smell the pipa?

Spring breeze is no longer like western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

travel around the world

Sigh like a yellow flower

Ask heaven, no one answered.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to patronize the restaurant.

Who paints when you smell the pipa?

Spring breeze is no longer like western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

travel around the world

Sigh like a yellow flower

Ask heaven, no one answered.

Gossip, spend the winter in Bree.

When I succeed, I will become a fat horse in the West Mountain.

On the cry of wine to the world

The bright moon invited the window, so it pretended to be chic.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to patronize the restaurant.

Who paints when you smell the pipa?

Spring breeze is no longer like western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

travel around the world

Sigh like a yellow flower

Ask heaven, no one answered.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to patronize the restaurant.

Who paints when you smell the pipa?

Spring breeze is no longer like western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

travel around the world

Sigh like a yellow flower

Ask heaven, no one answered.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to patronize the restaurant.

Who paints when you smell the pipa?

Spring breeze is no longer like western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

travel around the world

Sigh like a yellow flower

Ask heaven, no one answered.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

The prodigal son has no money to patronize the restaurant.

Who paints when you smell the pipa?

Spring breeze is no longer like western Western jackdaw.

I drank the wind and swallowed the sand.

travel around the world

Sigh like a yellow flower

Ask heaven, no one answered.