1 blood-stained painting, how can it rival your brow, a little cinnabar, covering the world, but it is still prosperous. [〕
After the strong wind swept across heaven and earth, Hua Rong died, and the king came to earth, climbed the Nine Towers and watched the meteor all night.
Back to that moment, the years were silent and scary, and the dead vines grew branches. The original time has been lightly brushed. In my dream, you are standing upstairs, standing under the moon, brushing the snowflakes off your clothes and watching side by side. The world is vast.
After listening to the wake-up call, she is still waiting in the story. The storyteller fanned her head and said, "Who lowered his eyes and wet his sleeves with tears?" .
5 Your hand leads you through the street corner, running all the way, the noise of drama and fire, who cooks the wine, who laughs and gets drunk all his life, and thousands of cups are hard to sell.
I look forward to the eternal moonlight hidden in my heart and the desolation that will never look back in my arms. You stand here, remember that you were born as a dragon, and remember that my name is Yanhuang.
How long did it take you to become a western star? How long did it take you to die in the hourglass of eternal life? You stared at my face in the afterlife by the Sandu River, and I planted the memory of Luo Rang's past life.
They knelt in front of the snow-capped mountains, whispered a bunch of wishes, followed the crowd through several streets, sat on the roadside sipping butter tea and fantasized about Maggie Amy's face. People around us are faint smiles and sighs, and snow suddenly appears under the sunshine and rain.