A story about love, being loved, remembering, and forgetting. . . . . . When the moonlight shines on my face, I think I will soon change. There is a kind of soup called heart-breaking soup. Drinking it has magical power. Close your eyes and see heaven. That is where your smile is hidden. I avoid countless hunters' guns and drive away the sadness crawling out of the grave. For you, I turned into a werewolf. For you, I was infected with madness. For you, I put on a thick disguise. For you, I changed my heart. Can we meet again? I have been praying in front of Buddha for thousands of years. I am willing to spend several lives in exchange for our lifelong love. I hope that I can move God. Can we meet again? I have been begging for thousands of years in front of the Buddha. Before I step on this Naihe Bridge, let me kiss your face again. Let me kiss your face again. Please listen to the song "Pray to Buddha" for free.
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