Ask the world, what is love...
The shocking glimpse back then is still hard to let go of now.
The evening wind blows, the Xiaoxiang moon... The past is like smoke, the mist is rolling, the wind is blowing, and the rain is falling...
When will you return? Boating in misty rain, thousands of rivers and mountains are not as good as being with you...
"The boat blows to capture three mountains... The name of this sword is Feng Xiuzhu."
"Except for Wushan, it's not Yun... The name of the sword is Xiaoxiangyue."
Give yourself a five-star first [shy][shy]