Dreaming back to a long time ago, my black hair and white hair are empty and my soul is gone.
A few stars are as bright as practice, but how can the clear light diminish after the rain.
To Gufang, fireworks don't know the cold, and fireworks don't know the cold. Tears secretly wiped away add to the sadness.
At that time, the swords were dancing with jewels and jade, and the sword energy was as bright as orchid. All that remains today is a single figure.
Xiaozhuang was half-way through her first appearance, and she stared at the mirror with a choked face and a sigh.
I don't know where my old friend is, or whether he is drunk and sleepless on the road.
He once swore to live in seclusion on the horizon, but unexpectedly he bowed his head in tears.
At dusk, I stand alone in the dangerous lantern, surrounded by cold mountains.
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