"Leaning on the railing, the king is dressed in white, looking at the river with hidden words. The tall buildings are like crossing the stone. Everything is in the autumn wind, with a low forehead and a frown, and a soft muttering in the bustling streets, looking back coldly. The powder is like rouge, the flowing red phoenix, the independent world, the Shura Hall in front of the Ten Thousand Army Formation. But the rivers and lakes, joyful grudges, moist hands with flowers, a smile, ghosts and sorrows. With green hair on the temples, I am thinking about the market. I am waiting for someone, and my head is white. "From the moment I met you, all the aura in my life was gone. "You should be lucky that you have the aura to attract my attention!" "This is the most beautiful love story I have ever heard."
