There is no more rouge lamp in the world. Brother Ling, if there were no disputes back then, I would have the love of a loving father and mother, and you would have the support of Wudang. When I reach my hair, the sedan chair is rocking. You dance with the sword, and I serve you tea. We love you forever, and we will never leave you. Shishi, when you wake up, I will carry eight sedans to see your enchanting wedding dress. From then on, you played the piano and I played the flute, protecting your beautiful smile on the white jade arch bridge.
There is no more rouge snow in Guanghan. She Luo, you and I were conceived on the same day, and we were twins. But you are at the pure white end of the moon, but I am at the dark bottom of the moon. Tell me what is God and what is devil.