The setting sun embodies the color of the sky,
How much separation and hatred.
The floating water carries the boat and the traces of my heart pass by,
The east wind is evil and the joy is thin.
Knowing that the mountains are long and the waters are wide,
There must be a final farewell to you.
After wandering around in the world of mortals, I lie drunk,
See through the fleeting light,
Who else to tell.
Sing the half-quel farewell song,
Xu Junyinuo...
The butterflies fluttering in the wind try their best to move forward, but their steps are difficult. They are still controlled by the wind, and they can never reach the other shore where they want to go.
Qin Shi never thought that his metaphor would run through the young man's entire life.
From the first meeting to the last farewell.
The young man in green has always been like a butterfly, flying and flying. After all, he can't escape the reincarnation of fate, and he can't escape the cool breeze.
A fan of Lao Yao's "The Musical Master".
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