The old drama of Langyatai has been sung.
Xiao blew out the candle, but melted you and me.
Have to go with the flow
When we first met, the bonus was red.
Leave with a silly smile.
But now there is only silence in the morning and evening.
The wind between heaven and earth goes south.
It is far from being full of paper umbrellas.
I realized that acquaintance is not necessarily fate.
The temple tells a legend at dusk.
Maybe it mentioned you and me.
And I just want to stand quietly with you.
Listen to the sound of Songtao flowing.
When we first met, the bonus was red.
Leave with a silly smile.
And now what's left sooner or later?
The wind between heaven and earth goes south.
It is far from being full of paper umbrellas.
I realized that acquaintance is not necessarily fate.
When the dust settles, drunken fireflies fly.
People have no intention of going blind.
I tried to catch you, but I was gone.
When I dream back in a thousand years.
You and I met again by a barren well.
Tears collapsed instantly after laughing.