Music: Mo Xiang Zhen Ci/Singing: Finale
Autumn water, who makes strings, sings with the waves.
Tiger's mourning song fell with the passing clouds.
I have seen all the beautiful scenery after three thousand days.
The snow on the boat in the South Huaihe River is not as good as before.
Once upon a time, several people made sacrifices to heaven on a high platform.
Before the last bonfire, roses bloom like blood.
Who died in the past?
Bones don't cover the sky and dusk, which goes down in history.
Climb the ground, chrysanthemum yellow charming eyes
In the bowl, the green sun is swaying and the skirt is fluttering.
Ri yue Fei chi ruo photoelectricity
How many times have I passed you in my life?
Before Yushan collapsed, Yang's blood was changed.
What are you thinking, old friend? Have a good drink tonight.
Life flies like an arrow. Laugh, don't laugh, and die by the day.
Tiger tooth gun, pale cloud sword, as promised.
Reading is lonely, so the moon can be missed on paper.
When the flowers are delicate, the spring breeze is like a teenager.
Snow is dark and old dreams are far away.
Embrace each other and sleep, and no one will see the end of the song.
Thyme flower red cream is clear and snowy.
Looking back at the smoke waves, who holds a fan to hide a smile?
At that time, there were no songs and no one watched them.
The string was broken from the beginning, and there is still a long way to go.