Quiet before the stage, shallow behind the stage.
Lock eyebrows, beautiful.
When the hair cream crept quietly, Bole did not meet.
Although it is still night at this time, it is too late to believe in the sun.
There is also an impromptu song:
Waves and blue rivers are infinite peaks, and Wan Li is misty.
The history of heroes is exhausted, and the eternal romance is my comment.