Lyrics of Shaosiming Song

In the Name of the Sword - Bloodweed Sung by: Chong Xiaoyan / Shao Siming Lyrics/Copywriting: Qing Shui Qiu Xiang Harmony: Ling Zhixuan Composition: Shao Siming Arrangement: Gray Plain Poor Post: Gray Plain Poor Poster: Qing Shui Qiu Xiang Copywriting Underneath the blue grass of Mang on Bei Mang Slope, there is a favorite one of my masters buried. Her name was Shu Jingrong, and I was the sword she wore during her lifetime, Bloodweed. "Swords are mortal iron, but they become psychic because they are held." Everything I know and read is because of her. I was the only one who was able to accompany this proud and cool woman from the age of eight to the age of twenty-five in her colorful life. After her death, I was enshrined in the Pavilion of Divine Soldiers, and from then on, there was no more owner of the Bloodvine Sword. -This song is dedicated to Cang Yue's "Blood Violet" Lyrics [less] Drinking the burning love and hatred in tears Concluding this life's covenant Following this long journey Bearing the deepest pain and then being reborn in the fire is the same belief as the sword and the human being [smoke] Who has ever opened up the veil Under the veil, the coldness that cannot be melted Shaking the towering red dust Sunset shadows the fated meeting like the bloody roses in full bloom Colourful [less In the name of the sword, I will follow you to look down on the world and watch the phoenix soar above the snowy building and the dragon soar as we fight in the north and conquer in the south. In my name, I wish you to make a lot of noise and listen to everything, if you put on a grudge that is so cold, even if you can't survive, at least you can't add more depth to the scars that are engraved in the bones. Who ever refused to be on top of the people, but the incomplete destiny has dimmed the life of the people? What is the only reason left to seal up the loyalty of the person that betrayed the original intention? ] in the name of the sword to sacrifice you to the wind and splendor of the first time, but mistakenly allowed the tenderness of the wrong counting Jianghu enmity, heaven and earth forever divided to leave a great long hatred of the heart of the heavy door, the rest of an inch of cracks [together] in my name to remember you Bicao Fangxiang soul now sleeps under the slopes of Mang in the North, no monument and no grave [less] Secretary of the heart of the non-iron tears for the proof of the payment of all the [smoke] a lifetime [less] not yet willing to [together] subjected to a moment of love [smoke] in the name of the blood of the legend of the Vivienne will be worshiped in the green lamps on the wall of the cold Waisui sword of the person of the seventeen years of floating life, the dried up blood traces of this life, and all of them, all to dust. The people of the world are all paid to dust - the end - destiny Singing: Shao Sifu / CRITTY Lyrics: Flying Geese Knowing Autumn Composer / Harmony: Shao Sifu Arranger: Gray Plain Poor Harmony: CRITTY Poster: Gray Plain Poor Poster: Phantom Maple Cold Moon [CC] A night of snow and wind A horse's hooves stepping on the stars outside of the city Swords are all over the place A red coat is sent to the dust and blood spilled in a deserted city That stained wheel of the years I wrote down with my life Do not wait for us to meet in the next life [Shao] Long Pavilion, Short Pavilion, Sent a journey and a trip I'm still waiting for you to come back to the old trees and withered vines, and the crows are still refusing to settle down. The moonlight is secretly measuring the poor fate of the years, and even if we're sincere, we can't get through the red dust, so we're going to cross the land. I'll spend my life with you and wait for the fate to be serious [CC] The long pavilion and the short pavilion have sent one journey after another, the moon is cold and the oil lamps are all over, and the alleys are a few shifts away [CC] The green threads have turned into a frosty autumn, and I sigh at the sound of the pipa in a pot of tears, and a period of time that I used to spend waiting for the sunset outside the barren area, and I don't see you coming back to the old tree and the withered vine, and the dim crows are not willing to settle down [CC] The moonlight is secretly surveying the poor fate, and the years of years and years of years and months, even if it is sincere, can not cross the river, but can not cross the river. I can't get through the red dust, even if I'm sincere, I'll never get through the red dust. I'll cross three feet of land just for the sake of reincarnating my soul to exchange for your birthdate, reciting a karma, knotting a red rope in the next life, embroidery needle and needle of hate, sewing the pillow of mandarin ducks, I'll spend my whole life to be with you, and so on, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so on, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth, and so forth. The fireworks are like smoke, and your eyes are like a painting, and the swords are mute, and the horses are killing each other, and you're turning the world around in such a graceful manner, and I've spent my whole life drawing a bet with my life, but I can't wait for you to come and take it, and the erhu in the theater is hooting and hollering, and whoever is covering up the half-face is playing the pipa with a hand, and the red make-up of the Peking Opera is singing with tears on their cheeks, and whoever is hurting them is singing a song to finish the world off, singing a song that will make the world go round and round, singing a song to finish the world off, and it will be like a dream. Gray Plains Poor Late: Gray Plains Poor hand holding three feet of blue blade in the hands of the river and the mountain in the hands of thousands of troops and horses I am calm and proud of the world's heroes to see you come to the raging I use a move easy to be a dragon is definitely not a worm under the sword to see the authentic martial arts of the world that is not a fake to look at the sand on the battlefield to see that I'm different from the so-called heroes are just a love of vanity false name a I do not seek to be praised it would be better to let go of the floating life is like a dream of ten million kinds of flavors of the earthly world with the sound of the bamboo and the silk is a long time to make a bowl of congee to ride on a bowl of congee for you. A flat boat The world goes with the wind My life's pursuit of footsteps in a hurry Yellow face Who can understand the cold wind in the wilderness Blowing white another winter Listen to the evening bell in the distance For whom to sing the praises of the misty rain Singing: Shao Siming Lyrics: Falling Wild Goose Knowing the Fall Composer: Shao Siming Arranger: Gray Plains Poor Poster: LOKE Poster: Yuchi Jiaxin Red sleeves and a few strands of incense in the autumn water, Iren's bookish gas Pear blossoms sprinkle such as the snow curls of the heart of the matter if the charm of the 3,000 red face how you, the turning of the beautiful a piece of paper The red paper to write you, how do I write elegant and vulgar smile rouge, describe your face like jade small pipa three or two, just waiting for you to renew the window flowers bloom a few, blooming news I write the melancholy of Jiangnan, sent to you poor the end of the world has not been a period of time, a distance of 3,000 miles I painted your beauty, thin all the West Lake rain and smoke on the strings of the ancient zither, have you ever paid attention to it may be the past life, perhaps, in this life, a chance encounter poor the end of the world has not been a period of time, a distance of 3,000 miles a small playing A song for you, blossoms and falls in two places to cover all the dusk in the twilight, sycamore rain disorientation Miaomiao sky you drift, poetry Jiangnan's thoughts of elegant and unclassified smile rouge, depicting your face like jade small pipa three or two, just waiting for you to renew the window blossoms a few, the news of the blossom of the bloom of the I write Jiangnan's melancholy, to send you a poor end of the world is not yet a period of time, a distance of 3,000 miles I painted your beauty, thin all the West Lake smoke and rain the ancient zither strings of the melody, have you ever paid attention to the mofo Maybe in a past life, this life is a deliberate chance encounter to come to the June 7 of next year, to write you again pen to play a song for you, the rain falls all the memories cover all the dusk in the twilight, the wutong rain is lost in the misty sky you floating, poetry Jiangnan's thoughts such as the Performed by: Shaosi life Lyrics: Liang Zi Composer: Shaosi life Arrangement: Gray Plains Poor Mix: Gray Plains Poor The moonlight is full of the couch to stay alone in the deep compartment Poor a window of the lonely marigolds Road witch family deducted me from the door ring Spirit card is wrong a few outside the hut how can I face I've heard that I've been in the wrong place, and the rain has turned into frost, and that's the wound I've been praying for. I'm not sure when I'll be able to hide in my dreams. I'll be able to write the spell to avoid seeing the turtle's handwriting. I'll be able to wake up the peaches and the plums outside the city. I'll be able to sigh for the loneliness of my life and hope that I'll be happy after my life. I'll be able to write the spell with my brush. I'll be your companion in the form of Ruyi, and I'll ferry you across the river. Lyrics: Falling Wild Goose Knowing Autumn Music: Lou Mengxi Editor: Yi An Ding Post: Brain Hundred Pounds The wind is blowing in the west, and the night curtains are hanging down, and the horses are thinning on the old road, and the moonlight is lazily sleeping all over the attic, and the broken sound of the broken window is causing despair, and breaking it up into the autumn of my heart, the loropetalum leaves floating past, smashing and hurting the tears of red in my eyes, and all the things that happened are not right. Who is going to make a cup of nostalgia? I'll take a scoop of it just for you to get thin Whose head is white by the ancient road? The years that fly in the sky are wrinkled by the wind Whose hand do you hold while I use the years to look at the thinning of spring and autumn A thousand years of old temples Who is it? The sound of the wooden fish suddenly breaks the tears that fall all over the sleeves of my coat Smoke and rain building The end of the sky Who is drifting outside the end of the world A few smoldering fireworks are standing behind me A few lanterns bloomed in full bloom outside the inn and wait for me I'll be there again for you to cut the candles, waiting for you to wait for one night on the windowsill A few volumes of the Scriptures are in my hand I can't understand the new song of the string, but the sadness is played one song after another, and I'll take a scoop of it only for you to be thin on the side of the old road, looking at the white head of whoever flew in the sky, and the years were wrinkled by the wind, and I'll take a look at the old road, and I'll take a scoop of it only for you, and I'll take a scoop of it only for you, and I'll take a scoop of it only for you, and I'll take a scoop of it only for you. I'm not sure if I've ever been to the same place before.　　I folded a willow and passed by the expectations of your past life, and a piece of vermilion sand for you to gently point.　　The winds outside the eaves have brought down a pool of peach blossom dye, and the girl in the west window has embroidered a piece of desolation under the lamp.　　The fragrance of tea drifts through a thousand years, who is sighing?　　I'm going to make a pot of it and talk to you about it slowly.　　Push away the clouds and smoke and see Lin'an again, just do not see you look like that year.　　After a thousand sails, I have followed the railings, the story gradually climbed all over the green stone boards.　　How many nights have you waited at the Broken Bridge with your oil-paper umbrella by the Xizi Lake?　　The fireworks bloomed all over March, but not all the lakeshore, put all the lights to find you to the appendices.　　I used the rhyme to compose a song for you in Lin'an, and sang a few paragraphs for you with a glass of wine and a clear song.　　I filled the passenger boat with my love by the ferry, and turned back to see you dissipate in the smoke and rain.　　Outside the eaves, the light winds have brought down a pool of peach blossoms, and the girl in the west window has embroidered a piece of desolation under the lamp.　　The aroma of tea wafts over a thousand years, who is sighing?　　I'm going to make a pot of it and talk about it slowly.　　Push away the clouds and smoke and see Lin'an again, just do not see you look like that year.　　After a thousand sails, I have followed the railings, the story gradually climbed all over the green stone boards.　　How many nights have you waited at the Broken Bridge with your oil-paper umbrella by the Xizi Lake?　　The fireworks bloomed all over the lake in March, but not all of the lake shore, and I searched for you to the end of the lamplight.　　How many paragraphs did Mr. Longshirt and Paper Fan read?　　A river full of blood stained with loyal souls is being passed down to the heroes.　　The horse's hooves have been stepping lightly on the Southern Dynasty, and the splendor has faded away in the twinkling of an eye. The Monument of Acacia Composer: Seven Strings Lyricist: Wild Geese Staying with the Sound Arranger: Wan Xuan Yan Post: Brain Hundred Pounds Singer: Seven Strings The setting sun is far away, the evening sun is running down the willow bank, the mandarin ducks are sleeping by the lake, the bamboo horses are wrapped around the plums, looking at the end of the world, the infatuation is given to whoever has yellow grass, it's a year of acacia, and it's another year to write on rice paper, the three thousand years of regretlessness, melancholy, how to recede the flowers, Luan combed the mirror, withered, and the moon in front of the window, which is bleakly beautiful, but the goose flew south, and I am facing the north, and I am waiting for whoever to come back, waiting for whoever to return. I'm tired of the red dust, but I'm sad in vain, whose tears have dampened the end of the story, the past has turned into ashes, and I can't find the perfect heartbreak, and I've left it cold in the boudoir, and I've made a monument of lovesickness, as if the falling flowers were accompanied by the snuggling with the flowing water, under the pavilion, and a cup of wine has been boiled, which has burned whose tears made a monument of lovesickness. The end of the prosperous and watery life is poignant, the case is lightly sketched out in front of the window, and I'm waiting for someone who won't return to me, and the black and white lane and the sycamore trees in the women's yard are the vicissitudes of my grandfather, and the magpies are in no hurry to return to me. The magpies sang in the branches, the old wooden houses, the latticed windows, the pumpkin soup cooked by my grandma, the teacher in the school, shaking his head, the ruler always in his hand, the chapters of the Three Character Classic, the chapters we read out loud, the mottled pagodas, the broken chapters, the unknown names, the wine shop on the street, the people, the noise of the people, who are still clamoring for a couple of drinks, the moonlight of the dreams, the alleys of the homecoming, the time we held on to, but you're no longer here. The man beside me, who splashed ink over three thousand zhang, can only turn it into black and white Xuanzhang. The big water tank contains moonlight from the old days. Whose little dog is lying on the side of the old road, enjoying the sunshine. I squinted my eyes and wondered what the sky looked like on the other side of the street. The young man, why does he still have a shallow sadness written on his face? The na?ve girl, who wore a new flowery dress. The moonlight in my dream, which was scattered all over the alleys on the way back home. I was holding onto the moments in time, but you're no longer here beside me. The water tank contains the moonlight of the old days The moonlight in my dream is all over the alley I'm going home I'll put my memories on the pillow and accompany you on a journey Hoo~ The story is wandering with the melodious sound of my zither Who's humming the song that's still echoing on the green stone alley Turning around, it fades away in the smoky waters Singing in the goblet of a clear song: Shao Siming/Han Shiaoxi Lyrics: Mizushinsha Composer: Shao Siming, Arrangement: Gray Plain Poor Mixer: Gray Plain Poor Shao: Windy Lane The water town, around the beams of the vine fragrance silk bamboo melodious, chords into the dreamland who is humming, the past of the ancient town of a thousand years has been forgotten the long stone steps, the pace of light swaying mottled walls, engraved with yesterday's injuries who is quietly watching the swallows pecking the small window branches sprinkled with the residual fragrance of the summer Han: the residual fragrance of the ghost, the playwrights sitting on the bridge yesterday's yellow piece of embroidery picking the needle and lead line to stay in time to let it fly away the intensity of the still the same Shao: at that time, you had a green shirt, red skirt throwing color embroidery Han: at that time you You used to embroider under the moonlight in front of the window less: at that time, you no longer had a white youthful head Han: into the noisy street together: the wind blowing willow, silk bamboo, soft, falling flowers full of sleeves at night, picking lamps, red candles leakage, embroider in front of the window, the noisy street, leaving the old time waiting for the gentle dream of the water town as the same as the old Han: the wind in the water town, the fragrance of the vine, bamboo and chords into a dream home, who is humming, the ancient town's past thousands of years of splendor has been forgotten Han: the stone steps long less: the steps of the shadow of the rock Han: the dappled fence less: The town's past is yellowing in the memory of the time when you used to throw colorful embroidery on your green shirt and red skirt, when you used to embroider embroidery in front of the window under the moon, when you no longer had a white young man's head, when you walked into the noisy streets, when the wind blew the willow and the bamboo was soft, and the falling flowers filled your sleeves at night, when the lamps were picked and the red candles leaked and the embroidery embroidered in front of the window, when the noisy streets were full and the tender dreams of the water towns were still the same as in the past, when the strings were strung three times, the street lamps blurred, and people were pale. Two lines under the moon, by the window, the water flowing on the goblet in the past seems to have faded into oblivion, watching the town come and go together: the wind is gentle, the water is swaying, the bridge is bustling with people, the song is melodious, the words have been forgotten, the people under the bridge look at each other, and the noisy streets are warmed by the old days of memories, folded memories of the fragrance of the summer Missing Love Singing: Shao Sishiman Lyrics: Lin Yan Composer: Shao Sishiman Arrangement: Wan Xuan Yan Mixing: Cerebral Hundred Pounds On the corner in the afternoon, you pretended to meet it was a coincidence, and I tried to suppress my heartbeat just afraid of finding out that you're not. The heartbeat is just afraid to be detected by you to the sunlight penetrated into the piano room piano corner you elegantly play a certain tune I prayed with the notes into a simple and subtle time let us meet but less noisy once saw you and her together laugh and smile missed love like a feather floating I can not catch that melody missed the protagonist always dare not let you know buried in the bottom of the heart of the beauty of those chocolates you sent become a signal how I am yet Panicked and pushed away I shed tears and prayed for the loss of the once smile to see her still in your arms pampered missed love like a feather floating I can't catch the time to be fixed in the unfinished sentence time let us meet but less noisy once to see you and her laughing together missed love like a feather floating I can't catch the time to be fixed in the unfinished sentence ~~~~~~~~~~~~~end ~~~~~~~~~~ The bridge is a bridge, and you have pity on the single shadow of a messy official road, and you have to sigh at the end of the road, and you have to sigh at the end of the road. Although the world is so big, my love is not too small to guard all this happiness for you OH BABY love words can not be a little more we need too much time to believe that you are my tenderness, we said that no one will go first OH BABY happiness can not be a little more we promised each other a vow from now on together, do not be afraid of this is our happiness with each other's mark if the trouble occasionally encounter please do not be anxious and do not fool around I will always be there to listen to each other's heartbeat. If you are in a hurry, don't mess around, I will always be at your side to share your burden and let you rely on it. Although the world is so big, my love is not so small, I will guard all the happiness and beauty for you. OH BABY Can there be more words of love? We need too much time to believe that you are my tenderness, we agreed that no one would go first. OH BABY Can there be more happiness? We promised each other that we would be together and don't be afraid of it. The mark of the letter of history Singing: Shao Siming Lyrics: Flying Geese Knowing the Autumn Composer: Shao Siming Arrangement: Hu Yegui Post: Hu Yegui The wind and the bamboo Deep in the paths, there are a few portals hidden Smoke locks the fog, pavilions, small buildings, the story can not be seen clearly at the precipice of the cliffs, the heroism at the beginning, leaving the Red Cliffs, the handwriting of the book, I have been rolling over the history books, where are you? After: Hu Bugui with a sword, in exchange for the yellow robe to take the body to see the frosty leaves outside the window, smashing pain in the eyes of uncertainty moonlight into the autumn deeper, speculating on the hearts of the people to get a few points of how to sit on the river and mountain, a sigh of a wisp of white hair into the pipa strings to play out the destiny of the dust stained fingertips in the green history of the first year of the Qian De, written down in the dashing eternity of pouring a full of scalding hot throat of the wine, songs and dances within the mystery of the hidden depths of the world even if I am in control of the world, but still can not let the soul to rest in peace gaze of a blazing knife blade, a period of the past burned burning eyes A past burns in the eyes and I control the troops just do not want to see again, the hatred of the previous dynasty to guard the cold court alone, to survive in the anxiety of those withered wheel of the year, and will be the years, flow in the palm lines of the chess fall for the game to win or lose seriously give birth to a thousand roots of heavy flowers love dusk night wind small building to listen to the rain lamps light shaking dream song gradually scattered smoke and wisps of dust pipa strings play the destiny, stained with the dust on the fingertips in the history of the first year of the Qian De, written down in the dashing eternal pouring full of scalding wine. Wine, songs and dances, how deep the mystery hidden in my control of the world, but still can not let the soul rest in peace blood into ink, interpretation of the script of the intersection of sadness and happiness who can count on the fingers, will know the world, the fate of the future of a thousand years, the merits and demerits of the heroes are just passers-by strangers outside of the city, the sound of the paddles on the riverbanks, the fog in the shadow of the sails, such as a bumpy half of the life of the chess game for the winners and losers of the game to win the game of the seriousness of the birth of thousands of roots to re-flowering love dusk winds of one night, the small building to listen to the rain lamps and lanterns shaking the dream of the music gradually dispersed Smoke and Wisps Returning to Dust The Heart of the Palace Singing: Shao Siming Lyrics: Shimizu Qiuxiang Composer: Shao Siming Arranger: Gray Plains Poor Post: Gray Plains Poor MV: Yuchi Jiaxin It's that time of the year again when the feasts are being held and your make-up is elaborate and you are seated but you don't have the heart to separate the flowers from the moon and the shadows of the moon Who's the one whose white wrists are frozen in the snow and who dances gracefully with a beautiful stride But it's just that some people have a face that is better than a brocade and some people who are as graceful as a warbler and they are happy to be at the imperial court with their own style of a hundred beautiful things A thousand good things are easy to gain but easy to lose a place in a place where it's easy to lose a place that's said to be the best in the palace. But when you're living a life of love, you can still make a living in the clouds, so that you won't waste your time here. This tenderness is a painstaking effort, and you still pretend that you don't have any intention of letting one person be your soulmate. There are soulmates, but they only look at you with pity. Why should you expect someone to be proud of his bones, or someone to fall in love with him, but it's easy to let down the people who have a heart of gold, and they'll never let you down, so it's a waste of time for them to be infatuated and sigh for their old age, and to get bored with the red dust, so that they're all beautiful. The heart and blood, but to make a living, to make love, when love is thin, can still be in the clouds to set up life is not in vain to exhaust this tenderness is the painstakingly lonely attainment still pretend not to have no intention of letting a person enough to be your soulmate have a soulmate, but more than a gaze of pity to know such as is the case of the situation why should go to the expectations North wind line Singing: Shao Siming/A-Lina Li Lyrics: Shimizu Qiuxiang Composer: Shao Siming Arrangement: Gray Plains Poor Poster: Gray Plains Poor Poster: Qinghai Grassland Video: Yuchi Jiaxin Li at that time to swab the sword At that time, I raised my eyebrows, and I had asked my friend to fight and pay for the Wu Hook; at that time, when the wind was blowing on the shore, I had also paid tribute to the heroes and sprinkled spirits; at that time, I climbed to the tall building, and I even shot the balustrade all over looking at the God's country. The autumn is as clear as the youth's travels at that time. Young together to the border, two places to fight each; even camp lights are not stopping, no one **** this song. Ten million soldiers have passed, there is a piece of paper peace can not be reported; the old man should be like me, pillow gorse waiting for Dan intention majestic. The winds of the less flag even wind Xiao Xiao, the wind rolls the war song all lonely sky farewell to the clouds sky high, save the border involved in a long way soldier armor instead of green robe, the former dream of gold into this day horse treading shocked the dust hustle and hustle and hustle is still disturbed Li snow full of bow and knife, under the snow, the white bones sleep frost grass Dan Xin heaven and earth shine, do not go with the frost to eliminate the words on the paper is only a few words, the song of sadness not as good as the departed people mourn the wine sacrifice of a friend to know a friend's intention to know the show of the young gentleman's legacy has been rusted, but still the will be passed on after the intention of the spirit. Do not ask each other whether it is bleak, for there is a promise of life and death still sleeve - "life when the sword across the fall, and death is not responsible for the white bones full of ridge head" soul to keep, the spring of the heart and then dissected less life and death of the two lofty, blood of the British wind praise. I am grateful to you for your legacy, and the poem has become a number of heroes. Leigh has not yet become a dream of the country, only unrepentant life acquaintance ***; together with a promise of a thousand pieces of gold, the ambition is not rewarded not to die. The flag even wind Xiao Xiao, the wind rolled war song all the lonely sky to go to the cloud sky high, save the border involved in a long way to the armored generation of green robes, the former dream of the golden goose into this day, the horse stamped shocked the dust clamor, the dust clamor is still disturbing the snow full bow knife, the snow under the white bones sleep frost grass Dan Xin heaven and earth shine, do not go with the frost to eliminate the word word on the paper is only a few words, the sad song is not as good as the departed mourned the spilling of wine sacrifices to the acquaintance, the acquaintance of the intention of the clear Lil moon surging river, the boat alone on the homecoming, wind stops clouds, a few degrees of spring and autumn. Ghost Doctor Singing: Shaosi life / A-Lina Li Erhu: playing cotton GG Lyrics / text: Shimizu Qiuxiang Composer: Shaosi life Arranger / Late: Gray original poor text Years ago, someone so questioned me healer can cure people's injuries, but can not heal people's souls can not it? Then I will heal you - I will come at the end of my life, before I die. I will come and look into your soul from your wounds, and I will mend the brokenness and eliminate the pain. You don't have to drink the water of forgetfulness to let go of your love and hate in this life. Lyrics Less than a ghostly herb fragrance, the dark phosphorus fire green lamp, after finishing the box of gold needles, half closed the door. I expect that the previous day clinic guests, now when the reincarnation of the past life I do not know the bridge of the Naiho, has crossed a few people? I don't know how many people have been ferried to the bridge of the Nai Ho. I don't recognize the morning and evening, I don't ask about the clothes and the vermilion door, but I am all alone in this place. Check the blue blood turbid pure, cut the diagnosis of the pulse floating, how much pain, evil, infatuation and anger ended without a sound. Leigh I flicked a golden needle, piercing the human feelings a few points, wounds inch by inch, telling the rumors of a long time ago. Meridian winding, soaked in mortal love and hate; blood still exists, the aftertaste of the present world. Broken soul, by my forgiveness of the dust, the body of the ghost doctor, but also your flawless soul. Every person, had no hurt and no hate, a round of floating life, back to basics. Few have not been allowed to hang pots to help the world, not to mention the wonderful hands, but the last ride before the reincarnation. If you are afraid of losing all the deep grace, why not regard it as a dream, wake up and reunite later in life. I flicked a golden needle, a few points of human feelings, scars inch by inch, a long time rumors. The meridians are winding, mortal love and hate; blood still exists, the afterglow of the present world. Tattered soul, forgiveness of the past, ghost doctor's body, flawless soul. Each person has been, no injury, no hate, floating round of life, marking the enmity, Leigh I flicked the golden needle, piercing the human feelings a few points, the wound inch by inch, telling the long-ago rumors. Meridian meandering, soaked in mortal love and hate; blood still exists, the aftertaste of the present world. Broken soul, by my forgiveness of the dust, the body of the ghost doctor, but also your flawless soul. Every person, there has been no hurt and no hate, a round of floating life, back to basics.