Who said that I am not afraid of death, I am just afraid of such a lonely eternal life.
Whose bright and fuzzy smile is it, in whose dream for thousands of years.
Who spent every night for thirty thousand years, with a solitary lamp, waiting for a person's return.
Who is it in the dark night, looking at the lights at the end like beans, standing there and feeling sad?
Such a long separation, such a long time. It's like the past in a trance, only the icy blue in the dream, the red lotus in the fire-like pool, and the young man walking among the flowers under the scorching tree.
However, how many memories and how much of the past can be truly forgotten.
Thirty thousand years is just a dream.
Who is waiting for you to wake up so late at night?
Maple dew is used as wine, and green jade is used as a halberd.
After being drunk, there is only your figure in front of me, deep and shallow.
I have been waiting for 30,000 years, and I am not afraid to wait any longer. It's just that the sky is so cold and empty. Do you feel lonely when you are alone?
It's getting dark.
Decline, decline, Hu will not return.