The music of the piano splashes blood and flowers without tears, pointing directly to the sky and falling into the nine heavens
Finally, it is a pain that cannot sink into the underworld, and finally a ray of soul that cannot return to the ninth level.
Years of hatred have gathered into soul and life
The love of many lives has been scattered into ashes and turned into disaster
Born out of hatred and fallen out of love
Love and hate coexist, sadness and happiness are also difficult to judge
The sound of the withered flute lingers in the desolate sky
It seems like who is involved in the prosperity and decline of time on the other side
Let the peach blossoms color the growth rings of a pond
I want to ask you
Hu Bugui?
The soul does not return.
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