The sound of knives and halberds makes the silk and bamboo hoarse
Who will show you the fighting outside the city
The blood of the seven-layer gauze clothes splattered on the white gauze
The six armies did not attack when the troops approached the city
Who would have known that the goodbye would be life or death
At that time, there were thousands of red threads wrapped around it
I married someone just by a thought
Whose old scar is that scar?
You can still drink tea quietly
Crush the fireworks of this prosperous age
A painting stained with blood
How can I compete with a little cinnabar between your eyebrows
It doesn’t matter if it covers the world
It is always just a prosperous event
Peach blossoms dyed with blood
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The tall building is dying
It means that one life is a peach blossom
Who calculated the hexagram for you?
The most flawless and romantic thing is true
The pipa bounces on the west side of the painting building
Who is distraught in the warm breeze
Color imparts soul and reverses Rong Hua
Wu Zi refuses to compare wax
Speaking of loving folded flowers but not childhood sweethearts
The hexagram that counts in the end
The world is finally overturned for you
The bright moon illuminates the horizon
Who gets the Jianjia in the end
The rivers and mountains neigh and the war horses
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The wind blows across the sky and the earth suffocates
Rong Hua Xie empress reigns over the world
Climb the nine-layer pagoda
Watching the shooting stars overnight
Back to that moment
The silence of the years is also scary
Withered vines sprout branches
It turns out that time has passed by gently
In the dream, upstairs and under the moon
You are standing there with the same eyebrows
Brush off the snowflakes on your clothes
Look at the vastness of heaven and earth side by side