The dream is cold, and I have been tossing and turning all my life, and I have several emotional debts.
If you breach the contract, do it for life and death.
Waiting for a circle, another ring.
Fauna pagoda, how many floors have been broken, whose soul is broken?
Pain straight, a broken lamp, a mountain gate collapse.
Let me wait, history turns.
Waiting for the wine to be mellow, waiting for you to play a guzheng.
After a storm comes a calm, the vegetation in my hometown is deep.
I heard that you are always alone.
Mottled doors, entrenched by ancient roots.
The echo on the slate is, wait.
After a storm comes a calm, the vegetation in my hometown is deep.
I heard that you are still guarding the lonely city.
The rural flute in the suburbs falls in Nomura.
Fate is rooted in us.
Listen to youth, welcome laughter and envy many people.
That history, gentle and unwilling, is too difficult to write.
Fireworks are easy to get cold and people are easy to disperse.
You're asking, am I serious?
After 1000 years, who is waiting?
And the history of history, how can it not be true, Luoyang City, Shu Wei?
If you are following, you have passed the door in your previous life.
Follow the world of mortals, follow my wandering life.
After a storm comes a calm, the vegetation in my hometown is deep.
I heard. You are always alone.
Mottled doors, entrenched by ancient roots.
What echoes on the slate is waiting.
After a storm comes a clear day, after a storm comes a clear day, there are deep vegetation in my hometown.
I heard, I heard, you are still guarding this lonely city.
The rural flute in the suburbs falls in Nomura.
Fate takes root
we
Fate takes root
we
THE TEMPLE OF JIALAN Temple listened to the rain.
eternal