People who dream back to Wushan are also hurt, and their voices are peaceful in their ears.
I still remember the beauty in the snow, but now I have extra tears to dry.
The night is like a bloody moon, and there is no peace in this life.
A ride when thousands of vertical witch barbarians, Jiu Feng lonely shadow cold.
Who knew the fate at that time, but now Su Mingren doesn't.
When the Tao becomes empty, I will be honored, and the source of God will be clear.
What is the fate of the palm? Mulberry wings are not surprising.
But human resources are sometimes poor, and beautiful women are hard to die.
Eternal reincarnation is crossing alone, and the road ahead is broken and hard to find.
How many times there is no one, and the dead body finally opens the underworld.
The gate of hell has been opened, but I feel like I'm wandering in my heart.
The world is bathed in light, but who knows less than one person?
Only when I dream back in the middle of the night do I remember the lonely shadow of Jiufeng.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
If there is love in heaven, you will appear when you are reincarnated.
If the clouds meet in the future, please sweep the fallen flowers in the south of the Yangtze River!