In the winter of Yongchuan for ten years, the Emperor of Zhou collapsed, the ruling and opposition parties overturned their convictions, and the kings stood on their own feet. From time to time, there were random army raids at night. When I saw Wan Long Hair going to the city with a gun, my courage cracked and I retreated. In the eleventh year, the new emperor completely ascended the throne and changed the dynasty.
After Grandfather, ballads were sung in the city. Song Yue: What is the general's concern? In the third year of Taiye, Xie built Guan Temple in the east of the city, with many followers and endless incense.
-"Lantian City Xie Zhiwan Chuan" The sky is getting darker, and the fire sadly illuminates the night city.
At that glance, you smiled like a epiphyllum, and then it faded.
The blood wind tore the flag, and the lights at the head of the city finally went out.
I can't see your high head and contemptuous eyes.
The burnt butterfly broke its branches and leaves.
Frozen sadness before derailment.
Blood flowed through the ears of the strip, and the war did not stop.
The guarded gate sobbed in the heavy rain.
Years later, a page of history still says this night.
Bluestone has been dyed in Where Are You Going for a long time.
What you hear is ruined.
Gentle, decisive, falling and swaying.
Suddenly, I bid farewell to the fading night.
Wash away all sins before dawn.
Someone calls your name until your voice is hoarse.
If the soul can perceive the grave and never forget it.
I don't remember rain or shine. I've seen bloom flowers fall.
Gradually recall the difference between joy and hate.
The surname of the city has been rewritten, and I am still here to watch the night.
What are you waiting for to break through the ground and become a butterfly?
It is fate that is known as an illusion in reincarnation.
The fire tore through the sky and the stars poured down.
Horseshoe crushed the fallen leaves, and the corner was endless.
Blood is rolling down, so is dust.
It's too far away to see the coming.
At the end of memory, the wind is still cold.
Buried bones and blood have sunk into the night.
The past is cold and drifting with the flow.
I remember the first snow in the city after the sun, the moon and the cicada.
The drizzle on the eaves stopped in the first season.
Hide the ancient vows with the most simple words
Spring breeze is greener than willow leaves. You used to laugh naively.
Crossing the wilderness against the wind, it is too late to say goodbye.
Forget all the timidity before dawn.
From now on, I will see the world for you with my eyes.
Cloud Wan Li Mountain, the ends of the earth, the city that never sleeps.
Vaguely the first quarter moon at the gate of the old season.
The white figure is as clear as water at night.
Lend me a moment to see you, really.
Behind him, bloom turned into snow, which did not fade in the moonlight.