Jun Wuhuan
In life, you have to drink and enjoy yourself. You will definitely have no joy in this life.
Xia Qingyan
The end of summer has not yet come, and the shadows of flowers are thick. In this life, I am destined to be the king's full joy.
Meeting is fate, don't ask for it, come by yourself, don't do it for yourself.
When we first met, she was dressed in plain clothes and smiling beautifully.
Goodbye, the ruins of the past life are stained with blood, and his black clothes are stained with dust and he angrily scolds the sky.
For whom the flowers fall, they will eventually be missed. For whom do I shed tears? My head turns white. The prosperity is gone and the beauty is gone.
A piece of paper expresses the heartfelt feelings, the moon is still cold, waiting for someone to stare at it, and pretend to be romantic.
In the past life, the sword fell and people died. The fairy wind surrounds you, and you are hidden in cold clothes. Wearing a green shirt, you forget about the mortal world.
In this life, forget the sword and enter the dust. The sound of autumn is broken, and the road is filled with bones. For whom the water has been sinking for thousands of years.
The first rain in Lin'an calls back to the past, and a sword gently tells the story of lovesickness.
A little bit of cinnabar falls in love with the world of mortals, and the inkstone is still hidden in the green shirt.
The whole body is covered with white glass. A few cold stars are swaying, and the black hair is half-covered by the smoke cage.
Looking back suddenly, where is the world?