The abyss of love
That year, the scenery bid farewell to the branches, and the snow returned late.
Now Huo Ran has opened the letter and missed it. Meihua has thanked it three times.
From north to south, life experience has changed, and the old scene seems to be yesterday.
There are hundreds of red flowers and thousands of loves. Life should be an audition.
Fruits have different flavors, and pains have different depths, so Iraqis have the right to measure them.
Love you alone, love withers, and the abyss of depravity is endless
When I happened to meet the full moon, I encouraged myself to give up my attachment.
But the root of love is still as long as a thousand years, and it goes too deep into the stratum.
I met them in my dream, and their tentacles stretched out and inserted the world all over.
Dear, please give me unlimited magic to do 8 thousand a day.
Climb the five elements into the three realms, and find the source all his life.
Even if lonely souls meet, my love is urgent.
Empty, no way to heaven, mist flow.
The land is poor, the world of mortals is rolling, and the north and south are not seen.
Ghosts are dry, gullies are everywhere, and the ground is dormant.
Love in this life, love flower show, where does love stand?
In the afterlife, the sky has changed. How can a broken mirror be round?
I spent my whole life, I was young, and I tasted poison myself.