All sentient beings, confused by flowers, have changed many times, and how many people care about their old friends? The moon is short and round, and generations have changed. Who sighs for the moon? How many people shed tears when the flowers fell in bloom? Neon flashing, paper confused, a few people wandering around the corner! The world of mortals is rolling, where is my heart?
Sigh past lives, lament the missing of this life, wait for the love of the next life, the marriage of the third life, who is waiting in the platform of reincarnation, accompanied by the other shore, accompanied by the loneliness and sadness of the third life!
Swear to the apocalypse, exchange my three fireworks for your lifelong confusion and marriage!
Years passed, thousands of years passed, thousands of years waited, and three generations passed. I, like a passer-by, appreciate how much sadness and change there are in the world. Since ancient times, several generations of reincarnation have become history, and I have experienced the sufferings of three generations. I can only look at them and say nothing. I have exchanged three generations of sadness for the opportunity, love and marriage of this life for me. The years of reincarnation are a few beauties, and the dazzling moment becomes a mulberry field. On the other side, flowers are always blooming, burning my lonely soul, but what is tumbling is my endless thoughts, and what is pressing is my endless persistence!
Standing on the embankment thousands of years ago, the waves beat against the rocks. Thousands of years of thoughts are mixed together!
Three-life love, Millennium reincarnation, Qionglou and vermilion attic; Shadows of bamboo forest, light solution to Luo Zhang, looking back at red leaves. Drunk in the battlefield, pointing out the country, laughing about the current situation, entangled for several years; Caressing a farewell, dancing a return of feelings, how much sadness, through vicissitudes, the moment when youth and beauty passed away, drunk dancing and snow? Taste the wine of past lives, sing the songs of this life, and complain about the unfinished acacia!
You, I'll trade three lives for your whole life.
The change of history has finally come. I thank God for giving me this opportunity. Somehow, I long for your love. After several cycles, you are still the same person, and you have never changed. You're still the same person I gave up three lives for a lifetime marriage. I'll wait for you in that ancient temple, just like then. Things have changed, but why didn't I see you coming and why didn't I meet you!
I cursed the heaven for failing me for one thousand years, and the golden halberd and silver hook reflected blood night, and repaired my armor for nine days, but the heaven failed me for three lives.
I shed endless blood and tears, blood dyed the sky red, the towering mountains red, the heavy mountains red, and ruined thousands of years of cultivation. I would like to make a thousand-year blood curse for the lonely souls and wild ghosts.
-use my life to suffer and blur your life. ...
Long street pavilion, fireworks burst, I looked back by the light,
The moon flies, the world of mortals is rolling, and you sigh again.
Listen to the string break, only hate parting.
Rain or shine, three generations are sad and happy at a time.
Change your life with my three fireworks.
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Change your life with my three fireworks.
The street is long and there are many fireworks. You look back with lights.
Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
Who finally broke the string, the flower fell on the shoulder, trance blurred.
How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos.
The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
Let him know everything and smile for you.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
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