The green dress, the white feathered fan, the pearl curtain, the full moon, the long drive of the red fire into the pearl curtain, the endless desert, like mist but not mist, like smoke but not smoke, the quiet night thoughts, they are not dispelled, the wind is broken, the candle is messed up, and the heart turns pale when you think of each other, a day of green light, floating light, shining into the crystal chain, and the feelings are endless, and the song of love is repeated, and the nights have never been short, but I hate that the threads of the blue hairs are long, and that the threads of the blue hairs are long, and they have many companions.
The mountains are far away
Beyond the vast expanse of water
If there is another heaven between our past lives
The sun is setting on the top of Yan Mountain
In front of the Mirror Lake in the rain
The feuds of the three lifetimes were destroyed in a snap of the fingers
All the sons of the world have shown their splendor
Who is competing in the race to reach the nine heavens
To be proud of what they did at that time
It is not a question of what is good and evil
It is not a question of what is evil.
But the change in laughter
By the blood of a passionate man
The Chronicle
Before the broken army, the cold moon dances over a thousand mountains
The ink warrior's righteousness is the first thing he does
Moistening to the winds and snow, the clouds go by
Putting down the Gobi grasses
The battle fires are prolonged, and blood spreads across the sky
Without guarding the shallow pool of a solitary city, I am silent and wait for the night to be over.
Breaking through the phantom, the sword is now sounding in the abyss
A promise is made, and we fall into the realm of reincarnation
Who has told us all about the past
Who has dispersed all the splendor
Who has wandered to the ends of the earth
Who is sitting on the world
Who is driving a long-distance drive, crossing the 3,000 years of water
Who is carrying a long-standing wish of all the world's inhabitants, to sacrifice to the heavens
Burial for the face of a woman
A flower is not a flower, but a face, a woman is not a flower.
Flower is not a flower, the face is not old, the soul of the fragrance is scattered
Quality of the original clean, who knows the feelings of the heart, the dark God hurt
Daughter's tenderness is like water, a few times in the dream of broken intestines
Life in the theater and outside of the theater, who will be the dream of who
Bitter red face, in the prime of life, the soul of the fragrance is back
Naijotian, the heart of the matter of the virtual, the love of the dead
Daughter's tenderness is like water, the dreams of several times broken intestines
Daughter's tenderness is like water, the dreams of the heart of the broken.
Life in and out of the theater, who puts who in the dream
You look like a flower
How can you beat the bleakness of spring and autumn
You look like a flower
How can you beat the despair
How can you help living a life like a dream
Come and go, go and go and come to the counting machine
True and true and false, false and true and true are all empty
That year, Peach Blossom Mound to collect your
This is the first time I've ever seen you in the world.
This is the first time I've ever seen you in the world.
This is the first time I've ever seen you in the world.
This is the first time I've ever seen you in the world.
This is the first time I've ever seen you in the world.
The last time I've ever seen you in the world, I was in the world.