Midtown game writing agreement, fireworks thanks. War is raging, and the rain is innocent.
-Fireworks tunes
"keep an empty door"
It's cloudy and rainy.
Looking south to the Northern Wei Dynasty, Luoyang City was drunk.
The gate of the ancient temple is deeply covered with vegetation.
Meng Zongzhu Gabe is thoughtful.
In the room, Muyu woke up.
Throw away the yellow roll, get up alone and light the green light.
Blue light shines on the figure, gently pushes open the old window, and the bustling voice escapes into an empty door.
[recalling the past]
Recalling the past, Meng Han, breaking the world.
There are many wars, guarding the lonely city.
Walking in the west wing, the horse is thin and worried about playing the guzheng, and the scenery is in autumn.
Smell the flute at night, enter Nomura alone, and seek the sound to meet Iraqis.
Su Yan's makeup is warm, her lips begin to shine, and her temples are slightly concave.
The Iraqis were haggard and tearful, waiting for the wine to be mellow and drunk.
Blue slate, embroidered robes, red curtains, clear tears across the Iraqi face.
Endless tears, speechless.
Fate has been deep, take root and sprout, Yang Liuzhi fold.
Five mountains, red halter. Ride the world of mortals and never look back.
At the sound of the horn, under the order of killing, bend the bow and go.
Iron Ma Jinge, the battlefield roared and the sword shadow sparkled.
The sun has set, the war is burning and the footsteps are swaying.
When the battle is over, the flag falls and the defeat does not return to the nest.
Looking forward to the beautiful rivers and mountains of the past, elegant and far away.
Mottled city gate, blood and tears, old roots left alone.
The city wall collapsed, the palace fell, and the vegetation vanished.
In front of the pagoda, I was sad and wanted to break my soul.
Live alone in a lonely temple, cut your hair as a monk and cut off the world of mortals.
[1000 years later]
Burning flowers, disappearing into the air, memories are peeling off.
A thousand years later, I am deeply in love. Who else is waiting?
And the history of history, how can it be untrue, who lived in previous lives.
Looking for it, no longer prosperous, gentle and unwilling.
Because of cause and effect, reincarnation has been broken and fate has been set.
Lan Yu is broken, sandalwood is burning, and the vicissitudes are seamless.
Fireworks are cold, the twilight is heavy, and the years are silent.
Who is serious, follow the world of mortals and wander all his life.