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夜凉吹笛千山月，
路暗迷人百种花。
棋罢不知人换世，
酒阑无赖客思家。
I fluted in the cold night, moon light pouring over thousand mountains.
The road was dusky,but still could see many flossy flowers.
Just knew hundred years passed, when finished the chess game.
Thought back home,since felt boring after drinking.
