The real loneliness is in the bones, that is, I feel that I am the only one left in the world.

the royal sword carries wine in the Jianghu, and the beauty is like jade. Ten years and one sword is like a dream, winning fame before and after death.

I began to miss the bleak years that I once held in my hand, the splendid rivers and lakes, and the people who once loved and hated.

A talented person and a beautiful woman are heroes' tears. The Jianghu is fake, the feelings are only true, and they are affectionate and spare.

online rivers and lakes carry wine, singing and dancing! All the Jianghu events, flowers and smiles, mountains and rivers cross

I always remember that the Jianghu is gray, and I want to go back to heaven and earth and get into a boat?

Ren Jiang is a wise man. I want to take a ride after bathing in the sun and the moon.

what is love in the world? Teach me to live and die together. < the condor heroes >

the world is full of emotions, and the world has no intention of vicissitudes. < the legendary swordsman >

Years are rarely silent. Autumn wind is tired of wandering, and the sunset hangs on the wall. I can't bear to part with what I said to the Iraqi people in the past, and I look back on the past with the tide. Love has come to an end with the maple leaves, and I hate and give up my promise. I can't believe that my destiny is humorous. It's hard for me to have a top gun. It's hard to meet a few people to stay and look back, but I'm drunk. The jokes in my dreams are poor and stupid. Today's madness will eventually become empty. The No one knows the trace. I've been dreaming for years, and the world of mortals is rolling. I haven't seen through the words. I'm full of grievances and sorrows. At the end of the song, people have scattered their hair, their temples are white, their beauty is not broken, and they have not felt that they are competing with the sun for glory. When tears dry, blood is hidden, and snow is pouring in, it is empty. < P > It's the rivers and lakes that have never left, and the rivers and lakes are getting deeper and deeper.

There are so many passers-by, or wandering around the world alone, or taking their families into seclusion. Who else is singing this Jianghu song now?

fresh clothes and angry horses, chasing rivers and lakes, no grudges, no feelings.

Jianghu, an easy word to say, but not easy.

There are so many passers-by, or wandering around the world alone, or taking their families into seclusion. Who else is singing this Jianghu song now?