[Normal version] Lingzhu has tears in its thousands of journeys, waiting for the fragrant grass and the setting sun, leaving people passing by. It is dark and desolate, secretly envious, a mandarin duck is heartbroken, and the pulse is difficult to tell. The wind cuts the heart, and the heart is like a dream. It is like the real thing. A thousand lives have passed, and the love is short and the hate is long. [Dog-blood version] It's my fault, but I'm just greedy for money. Is there any need to play me into the age of unknown brands? Oh my god - I want to go back! ! Seems like a little person unfolding the ordinary? An extraordinary destiny. Thank you Lingxue Bingshiqinqin for providing the copywriting.