This is the sadness of "Ruoshui".
The sword danced, the wind blew, and the snowflakes fell.
The skirt is light and the hair is messy, which will end this life.
How beautiful the city is, but the man is far away.
Starry night, cool breeze, cats chirping.
Cold room, cold tea, people crying.
This is the killing of "Ruoshui".
The skirt dances and the hair flows.
The silver snake sword kisses the throat lightly.
The blood flower bursts, just like the delicate beauty of a rose.
He turned around lightly, with no blood on his body.
Su Muzhe·Qingcheng. Ruoshui
The rain is falling, the cold smoke is green, the city is dancing alone, the dancing clouds are drunk
The cold wind blows lightly as the clouds travel north, seemingly ruthless, and the past is no longer a dream.
Crying like water, chasing after the dark soul, feeling like broken love, cool but leisurely and haggard.
Here, I am talking in the empty space on the spiritual platform, with a half-cup of bitter wine, and tears of longing for each other in distant memories.
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