Yiqueli's singing voice is dim, the old shadows are beautiful, the sky is rustling, and the thin moon is cold and dim.
The vicissitudes of the war of the Republic of China, the smoke and light of the past are blurred, and the world of mortals gathers and disperses.
The curtains were dim and the lights were dim, he was killing boldly, but when he first saw it, he was startled and fell asleep.
In the hazy light moon, she endured the coldness, and finally realized the true meaning of Butterfly Dream.
When the prosperity has finally come to an end, the capital has gone up in smoke.
It's an old shadow and an old dream, and I can't bear to look back.