The autumn moon becomes a poem and a rose.

Wine is not intoxicating, but everyone is intoxicating.

Cold or warm, right or wrong, white or gray.

It has snowed tonight.

Once the peacock flew southeast.

According to legend, this is a wandering five miles away.

However, I have to break up with you.

Melting snow disappears with the wind.

Peacocks fly five miles southeast and wander around.

Tangled and indifferent relative.

Peacocks fly five miles southeast and wander around.

Looking for a faint sad aftertaste.

The autumn moon becomes a poem and a rose.

Wine is not intoxicating, but everyone is intoxicating.

Cold or warm, right or wrong, white or gray.

It snows tonight.

Once the peacock flew southeast.

According to legend, this is a wandering five miles away.

However, I have to break up with you.

Melting snow disappears with the wind.

Peacocks fly five miles southeast and wander around.

Tangled and indifferent relative.

Peacocks fly five miles southeast and wander around.

Looking for a faint sad aftertaste.

Peacocks fly five miles southeast and wander around.

Tangled and indifferent relative.

Peacocks fly five miles southeast and wander around.

Looking for a faint sad aftertaste.