The old horse is full of ambition, and the martyr is full of courage in his later years-the old horse is full of courage.
On this day last year, in this door, peach blossoms with human faces set each other off into red-peach blossoms with human faces.
Although my body doesn't have the wings of a bright phoenix, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn-the heart is connected.
There is no doubt about mountains and rivers, and there is another village of light-light.