How about I be a violinist in the next life?
Playing the flowing water like flowers, a song will captivate the city, and the high mountains will sing heart-breakingly long songs.
Holding the strings with bare hands, covering my eyes with a veil, I laugh and watch the beauty singing every night, my green hair has turned white with all my sorrows, my peach blossoms still laugh at the spring breeze, and I look at the tears of Wei Xianyou again.
The world of mortals is like a dream, I was wrong and believed it to be true, but I had no choice but to lock my love and hatred between my eyebrows.
All the sorrows and sorrows are all in it. After a song is played, I feel sad and shocked, and I am lonely.
Huai Qin didn't know the way forward or back, his green shirt was still stained by the worldly world, and his eyes were full of tiredness.