The sound of relics Bai Henhai Asking Qingtian How can it be so difficult to guess
Yu Cunwen Xihuang City How much
The red sea, the green mirage, the swan song, the tragic song of autumn
A sudden burst of flames, a few mornings, saying goodbye
But Lord Dao is old and old, the old friend is gone, Qianjue Meng
Zhao loves longing An Zhi loves longing comes to nothing
Bai Lingyou Hong Shang Ran Huangchengliu When is the coffin
Waiting for the beginning, the thousand years will be lost
This promise is a thousand promises, rising every hour and returning with a sound
Which song is it that I lean over and sing softly to get drunk alone?
It's not right and wrong. I only care about the best no matter how old I am. I have a lot of history.
The laughing swan has no ambition but someone else