The golden hairpin is gone, the beautiful hair is gone, and the pity of thousands of families is gone. If people don't hear it, Que Wen Shuo will be born. The brocade clothes are as old as ever, and the years have passed by. No, no, no!
Who can get over it, ???, It will be shiny and mottled. Wu Chengyue, the sound fills the sky. There is no peace in complaining, and you can listen when you are free. No, no, no!