Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and I was in a trance

How many beauties are haggard, how many lovesickness are broken, only the blood is stained with ink and the fragrance is left to cry in the grave

Ling Ling refuses to play, and the dancing shadows are shocked

Once the spring goes, the beauty grows old, the flowers fall and the people die without knowing it

Sima Jiangzhou, his green shirt is wet with tears, they are both at the end of the world< /p>

Pedestrians endure the cries of crows, the wind blows from the fallen leaves in the mountains.

The sky is melancholy, and there is no reason to see each other. From now on, my soul has been broken for thousands of miles, and every night in Yueyang Tower

Lv Qi plays in her hand, and the string is white and snowy.

Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. Snow is pity, falls on whose fingertip

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