When this person passes away, the lingering fragrance is gone.
The word "heart" has turned into gray, and every square inch is empty.
Who recalls the old voice and appearance, looking forward to arousing affection.
For you, you will be born early, and for you, your whip will reach the end of the world.
Even if there is all kinds of helplessness and suffering, I hope that we will never be separated from each other.
The light of the sword is cold, blood splashes three feet, and it will not end well.
After many years, who asked for it? Xun Lingyi.
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