Between Reincarnations The Past Dust Has Been Annihilated In Dreams
Kunlun Peak The Jianghu River Is Far Away The Flowers Blossom And Blossom All Over The Sky
Sighing At The Red Dust Falling Down The Sky And Heaven
Love Is Like The Wind Love Is Like The Smoke The Pipa Song Has Been Played For 1,000 Years
The Fate of This Life The Fate of the Future The Fate of the Future The Currents Have Become The Years
An Ancient Sword Breaking Down A Fated Relationship The ancient sword has severed the destiny of the past and awakened the vows of the future
In the twinkling of an eye, the love of the next life is remembered in the past
The top of the Kunlun Mountain is far away, and it is far away from here, and I dream of you
Laughing at the red dust and the paintings, and the dancing and dancing in the floating clouds
It is hard to resist the feelings of love, and it is difficult to hold on to them, only envious of lovebirds, but not envious of the immortal world
This destiny is hard to separate from the destiny of the future
The top of the Kunlun Mountain is far away, and it is far away, and it is far away, and it is far away, and it is only for you, and you dream of you.
Laughing at the red dust, painting the face of the clouds and dancing
The love is hard, the love is tied together, only envious of lovebirds, not envious of immortality
Love in this life, love in the next life, don't let it become parting
Love in this life, love in the next life, don't let it become parting, the dusty fate:
Recall the green range of the mountains between the high mountain range, look forward to Shu to hold the love affair
The fireworks on the seashore of Jimo, the firework is brightly lit up, relative to the sight
It is like a phoenix flower, but it is not as if the phoenix flower is in the sky, it is like a phoenix flower.
The promise of the phoenix blossom is hidden in the heart
The nineteen years of the frozen grudge of the fateful battle at the top of Qionghua
Returning to the dream of the Immortals to fight with the sword in the sky
The laughter is still echoing in the ears
The oath promised under the moon
Never changes
Love and hate are intertwined in our hearts and we are entangled in the sorrows and the pains, and there is no remorse across the world.
If we can live a happy life, we can be together in the cycle of reincarnation, and we can die without regrets
The poem of years gone by, the call that hurts our hearts, looking at you with closed eyes
The years flew by in a snap of the fingers, and we followed each other through a lifetime of grief. If there is a future life, we can renew our relationship with you again
I remembered that Solo Fairy Tale's loneliness and sorrow, the tears of her makeup were wet
In the thousands of Buddhist pagodas, our beloveds are in a different direction, and their life and deaths are in the same place.
Blood was spilled in the hallucinatory temple and I was buried in a foreign land for the sake of my children's love
I can hear the summer borer singing and I ask you where you are
Weaving dreams in the clouds and wandering with tearful eyes
True love is imprinted on my heart
The six lifetimes of love before the mirror of the wheel of life are impermanent
Yin and yang look at each other from afar
Memory is buried by time and I can see that you're not here. The lonely figure wanders alone
The person who has gone away does not come back The dust that drifts in the wind The hopelessness
The dependence that I have never forgotten Begging God for a do-over The beat of the earthly world
Throwing away the troubles of the nine heavens and burying the expectation of my heart If there is an afterlife, then we can renew our unfinished love
What is right and wrong is constantly revolving The immortals and the devils are in turmoil in the several lifetimes, entangled in a lifelong attachment
The wheel of destiny never stops turning. The wheel of destiny never stops spinning, the bond of destiny
The thoughts that have been guarded for thousands of years, the drops of which dissipate through the fingers, the regrets that can't be retained
The eternal companionship of heaven and earth, the entanglement of memories of the past dust and dreams, if there is a life after this, the fate of the dust, the fate of the dust, the fate of the dust, sighs: the imperial sword is flying high in the sky, riding on the wind, wanting to go up to the clouds, and the purple sand of the Yao Palace is roaming around
The green silk is made to grow long and laugh, and ask where to find the mountain of the immortal, and dream of breaking the coldness of the jade flute
The twilight sinking in the west, the mountain of the intoxication The winds and clouds sigh softly, and the water flowing from the luan is long
Looking back suddenly, I see the heavenly river changing, and the three realms of immortals and demons in turmoil
The dust of the past does not **** colorful clouds flying
Who says that there is no regret in saying goodbye
Butterfly flowing on top of the luan
Early evening dreaming back
Bright moon accompanied by the mountains of Kunlun Mountain
The smoke and fireworks of the ink and laughs joyfully
Without help, there is much chaos in the earthly world.
The snow has chilled the water
Love is a difficult thing in this world
No regrets in life or in death
Who has stolen the years
Who has broken the end of the world
Konghou's strings have been broken in each direction
How can we bear to be away from each other as the moon is full
The events that happened in the past are seen in a single day
The wheel of reincarnation has already been turned a thousand times
We are left with no choice but to look at the world in the same way.
The sword is in the sky, and the wind is blowing to the clouds, and the purple sand of the Yao Palace is in the air
The green silk is long, and I ask where is the mountain of immortality, and my dream is broken, and the jade flute is cold
The twilight is sinking in the western mountain, and I am drunk, listening to the winds and clouds sighing softly, and the water of the Qingluan River flows long
Looking back, I can see that the river of heaven is changing, and the three realms of fairies and demons are in turmoil
The dust of the past is not ****, and the colorful clouds fly
Who says that there is no regrets in saying goodbye
What is it that you have said?
The butterflies on the top of the blue luan are fragrant
The night is a dream comeback
The moon on the Kunlun Mountain is accompanied by the bright moon
The smoky fireworks in the ink and the laughter are joyful
Without any help, the world is full of chaos
The snow has already made the water cold
The love on the earth is hard to part with
There is no regret in life and death
Who has swapped the passing of time for years to come
Who has swapped the end of days for the end of the world?
Konghou's strings are broken on each side
How can the moon be full when we are away from each other
Looking back at the past
The cycle of reincarnation has already been turned a thousand times
Leaving behind the fate of the world
The bright moon on the Kunlun Mountain is accompanied by a bright sky
The fireworks in the ink and the smiles in the air are joyful
How can we not help but be in the world's turmoil
The white snow has already turned the water into cold water
The love of the world is difficult to be separated from.
It's hard to love someone else
It's not regrettable to die or to live
Who has changed the years
Who has broken the end of the world
Konghou's strings have been broken and each side is on its own
How can we bear to be away from each other when the moon is about to fill up
It is hard to look back on what happened before
The cycle of reincarnation has already been turned a thousand times
We can't help but sigh for the fate of the earth
Vermillion Tears: A Long Wailing Song The floating cloud sword test the world, white clothes stained with frost
The red face under the shade of drunken flowers in the past, the diamond blossom tears of vermilion sand
Just remember the song in the prosperity of the dream of fireworks, by whom the wrong attachment
Huanghe Tower empty slump travelers to the end of the world, the green silk has turned into white hair
Last year to steal the change, by virtue of the love of the remembered
By the bridge by the stage, the low-browed whispering
Beijing down the yellow springs of the dust fall out of the hard to find
When I look back on a hundred years, it's difficult to find
There is a time when I can't see the world.
Looking back at the past hundred years
Mirror Lake, low clouds hanging down, a beautiful woman in front of her tent, secretly stroking her eyebrows, who is asking you if you are not returning
This love is nothing more than a broken firework, a thousand cups of love wine pouring out in parting, shallowly pouring on the face of a sleeping woman
Lightly cold and twilight snow, how will we follow each other, and what will happen after this departure for years? The long roar of the floating clouds and the sword to test the world, white clothes stained with frost
The red face under the shade of the drunken flowers back then, the diamond blossom tears of vermilion sand
When I remembered the song in the flourishing dream in the fireworks, by whom I was wrongly attached to the song
Yellow Crane Tower is empty and depressed, and I am travelling to the end of the world, the green threads of which have turned into gray hairs
Year after year, by virtue of the love of remembering each other
The bridge by the post side, with lowered eyebrows, whispered to each other
Being down in the Yellow Springs and the red dust, it is difficult to find them all
Looking back at the past hundred years
Mirror Lake with low clouds, a beautiful woman's eyebrows in front of her tent, and who is asking you if you will not return
This love is nothing more than a shattered firework, a thousand cups of love wine poured out in parting, and a shallow pour of Zhu Yan's face to sleep
Why would the cold and twilight snow follow me, and how would I feel sad about going away for years and years? I was a young man with a three-foot long sword and a heart that was unattached to the clouds
It was hard for me to conquer the thousands of mountains without fear of danger, but it was hard for me to get rid of the chaos in my heart
When will I ever dream of returning to the beautiful peaks of Cui Peak
A love for a man that has always been a joke
It is always hard to understand that the way of heaven is not a sword
It is true that it is true that it is not, and that it is true that it is true that it is not, but it is hard to get rid of the chaos in my heart
I didn't know anything about the stars until the fireflies danced into a dream
Iris bloomed.
It's funny that my life is in the hands of God
I didn't know anything about picking stars until the fireflies fell asleep
Iris blossomed like the old face
It was the moon in the bow that paid the price for the parting, and the hearts of the old people were tired of the dashing
The next story goes back to the beginning
I didn't know anything about picking stars until the fireflies fell asleep
Iris bloomed and the people weren't there, and it made the hearts of those who were obsessed with it cry
Iris bloomed, and the people weren't here, and it caused tears of obsession to go on and on
The moonlight is a parting gift, and the heart of the deceased is tired
The next story is back to the beginning
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The next story is back to the beginning
The next story is back to the beginning