A faint voice on the horizon,
Sink again ...
It was on the Naihe Bridge,
A song that haunts me day and night ...
On the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po leisurely picked up the soup bowl. ...
All kinds of people came,
There are cold, calm, fierce and terrible ...
Half-hearted, trembling slightly ...
The soup was finished in one gulp,
After all, no one can escape,
After all, drink a little, not too much. ...
Meng Po leisurely carries a bowl of soup, and Meng Po leisurely carries a bowl of soup. ...
No matter how much you loved in your last life.
Walking on this bridge is also steady, without any confusion. ...
Calm as a mirror, heavy as a stone. ...
There was silence on this side of the bridge. ...
Because my heart died, I lost the memory of my previous life. ...
There is sadness on the bridge. ...
Because of my heart, I can't forget the lingering feelings in my life.
The afterlife, and then move on. " ...
Meng Po occasionally heard voices floating in his ear and smiled slightly. ...
Look down at that pot of soup, a pot of ordinary soup. ...
It is precisely because of the seasoning called forgetting that it also defeated the previous Mengshan.
The boat of memory ran aground. ...
A chestnut in the sea
The storm has passed. ...
Occasionally I feel that
Many lives