I use the turbid wine to clear the wine and drink a bottle of Minghe Chanjuan
Zhesha and Xingyaoyue The Sword of the Chest
Cut open the fleeting years and shed red blood
I can meet you face to face, but my speech is blocked
I laugh at love and hate, there is no need to argue, caring is the most despicable thing
But in this prosperous world, the rain blurs away the years
The fixed candlelight is eye-catching and absurd among the paper
Suddenly tears filled my eyelashes