The whine of the wind blowing across the cross is far away from burying love.
Dear, I guess you are pondering the vicissitudes of life in the ninth place.
When I was displaced, I looked bleak on the eighteenth floor.
Autumn on earth, whether the flowers on the other side are hot or not.
On the road to hades, there are either vast plains or grotesque.
Forget the wind in Chuanjiang, shouldn't it hold your sweet face?
By the Sansheng Stone, have you buried all your wishes with tears?
Lonely ward, Meng Po Tang helps you forget what angels in white looks like.
After twenty years of glory, don't worry about my bad temper farming.
If there are many ghosts, I will cherish them and escort you all my life.
Demon wind, I will burn myself on the dusty road to light the prison light.
How can I get along with you in exchange for walking dead?
The night is deep and drizzling, through the vast old scenery and empty fields of Shan Ye.
When will the lonely grass add fragrance to the tomb songs of the four seasons?
When the sun and the moon return, I am covered in mud and drinking with the tomb.
The blue sky is yellow. Once you miss your handsome face, the afterlife will be bleak.
It must belong to you. How can you be willing to help strangers in the same boat?
Say goodbye to the dust and hear your whereabouts on the way to Jiuquan in a hurry.