A bard's poem

Lift up a wrinkled skirt

Gently wipe the embroidered harp on your knees.

Five finger chain dial room

It's like seeing that beautiful morning again

The duke's daughter is young and beautiful.

Pink blue long hair

Sending out a faint rose fragrance.

My sad face when I left.

Also, it is also found in kumquat flowers.

That sweet kiss

Leaning against the old tree in the corner.

Look at the lost music in my hand.

Gorgeous gold threads are painted into complex notes.

The burning traces also seem to tell the story of this disaster.

Wipe the dust from the corner of your eyes with pity.

I can't help thinking of that cold and horrible tomb.

A slight sigh

Unfold the Zhang Zhengui scroll.

Reflecting the dim moonlight

Let the ancient harp reproduce the long-standing sadness and sorrow.

Moonlight flashing

The monks in the temple and the dark pond deep in the forest were awakened.

The morning dew dripped on the quiet face.

Seems to be indifferent to the victorious revolution and resistance.

A new wound was wrapped in a tight cloth.

Clear eyes

It seems that you can see the smoke curling in the distance.

I silently praised Fran in my heart.

God on my way.

May you find a place to live ahead.

May people like my story and singing.

With reverence for the hero

The harp in his hand tinkled again.

When aging can't keep the bard moving on.

When the demon in front of him is too strong to resist the broken string

Put down the fucking harp.

Take the embroidered badge out of your arms.

Brown marks are the painstaking efforts and beliefs of the last generation of bard.

However, the grayish yellow texture gives off a faint light on the altar cast with blood.

The stain on the back gradually falls off.

Expose the handwriting engraved with black and bright gold.

Glee club has no hometown