Dust fell and washed away the lead. Who trapped her hands and poured out the world for her? Who won the beauty and traveled around the world with her?
Phoenix, who once played here, left without permission and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.
Tears hero, the world is much more bitter. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Remember, the rosewood hasn't come out yet, and I didn't go either.
Han Xiao is boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.
At the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.
The past, covered by years, is fleeting and hastily covered with a touch of sadness.