Lord Jinling

The roses are already in bloom, can they be harvested by the beauty? Qionglou Yuyu, I saw tens of thousands of southern towers in the mist and mist Midnight Wu song, I hear who is singing for this love that disappears with the wind Youth and beauty were silently commemorated in the forbidden palace. Power and desire are burning in the entanglement of love and hate Wang Xie gentry, barbarian cavalry Born in troubled times, the north and the south are divided A gorgeous era where heroes emerge in large numbers Who can rule the world? The flower of sin is blooming quietly The source of love has been silently dried up