When I live, you will live, and when I die, where will you be?
It was that sword that cut off the tenderness and cut off the sadness. How could you be so willing to forget yourself?
Although I am on the right path, if there is no clear path to the right path, then I will fall into the devil. If the devil has no way out, then I will go against heaven.
If there is no loss of life, how can I win the world?
Love has turned into hate, you are no longer a stranger, and when we look at each other, we just pass by with a lowered eyebrow.
The last move of the Three Joys Sword Technique is to cut off the threads of love and cut off the roots of love. After this sword strike, I will forget you.
The setting sun gradually sets in the clouds, the haze warms the jade, and the sunset flows. The desolate dance of the swallows tells the story of everlasting love. The clouds are dusk, who remembers goodbye, the wind Yiyi, who remembers the colorful clothes. Wherever I think, the mandarin ducks are separated and have no chance to stay close to each other.
Tears fell, sighs of sorrow, leaning against the window bars alone, the dawn moon had turned yellow. After ten lifetimes of sorrow, I swallowed my tears with sorrow. How much worry, the jade butterfly flies alone; how much hatred, my hair has turned into frost. After thousands of years, it turns into warm jade, waiting for you to look at it from afar - "Jade Butterfly" by Lan Ming