But looking at the world of mortals, the past is like a cloud.

It is always the world of mortals, and it is also the world of mortals.

The world of mortals and the purple stranger searched for thousands of Baidu, looked back for thousands of years and fell in love with Iraqis.

Sighing the world of mortals and rain for a lifetime, people have finished their songs and left their dreams empty.

Laugh and ask who the ferryman is, when will the drunken talk last, and sigh for the world of mortals?