In the world of competition, the three emperor stars shine; when Jiaojiu falls, the Seven Unparalleled Sons of Wushang gather together, the situation changes, and the war rages.
However, behind the power and desire, the tenderness that turned into tears has left no trace. It is better for the two to forget each other in the rivers and lakes. The people and things of the past, if you burn a piece of agarwood and the agarwood lingers around the beam, you will forget it for more than a lifetime. The annual autumn wind is strong, not like spring makeup, but better than spring makeup, falling into pieces of mud and fragrant.
From the east of Bo, who can be tolerated? The pursuit in the vast human world was forgotten when Qianfan passed by, that's all. Those people and things were my blessing, but not my life, that's all.
Time is fleeting, red clothes are old, and the world of mortals spends the spring night in the desert. The afterimage of the sword is blown by the strong west wind. I raise my glass and change the candle to shake my tears.