Return

Return

The sound of the horns is not good, the drums are in the air! Silver light splashes the sand field, the autumn wind breaks the sword! The shadows are trembled, leaving only the residual flag floating in the sky!

Dreaming you are full of flowers, intoxicated, but things are human, the red mist lingers in the sky, the moon dances! Leave me alone to shed tears - until the feathers are flying, the flower building is drunk.

Moon shadow dance 蜃, as if the lover, lonely soul until the bronze splash! Reluctantly, bear feelings? Unsatisfied with the eyes, I have to sigh!

Yu Yuyu Xiuying, laughing at the handle - turned into nothing!

The drums are silent, people are gone!

The third day: falling dust