What went wrong in the palace?
A piece of yellow rice
In the end, there were not many memories left
I hope this love is like nectar
Only waiting for the sublimation of fate
To condense the purest love
The fragrant soul that should have transformed into Xia Wei
Helplessly, it became thousands of lonely graves in Daming Palace
a ghost in
If love is just a Buddhist relationship
There is a Zen feeling of mirror flowers and water moon in the sky
The result of spending your whole life just because of fate and no destiny
That breeds inner demons
Let him slaughter all the Buddhist temples in the world