My thoughts have gone back and forth several times, only to add thousands of years of hurt. I didn't know there was Fusu in the mountain, but it seemed like I could see through it at a glance.
Helpless, the mountains and rain are swaying, how many flowers are blooming and falling?
Fu Shang Qian patrols the cold, nods his head, smiles and sings with tears, and dances in the great Qin Dynasty.
Fold the Great Wall to express my condolences to the late emperor and wish to follow...
A lingering sword, nothing happens in June, why fly snow?
People are broken into pieces, their hearts are bleeding like rivers, and they have been blown away by the wind...
There is no red soil in the spinning clothes, and the dance for you is amazing!
Traveling through such troubled times, I was bewitched and forcibly pulled into the vortex of power. This kind of love is like a plague, spreading all over my body and mind. I am struggling in the plague area and can hardly breathe... I am a touch of red that appeared inadvertently thousands of years ago. This red swept across the Qin Dynasty. Who knows, when will this Qin epidemic end?