She, incarnate as a human, was pursuing a relationship in her previous life, but she had forgotten the unforgettable love three hundred years ago.
He ascended the throne and sat surrounded by beauties, but he could no longer find the smile that bloomed for him among the fireworks in the world of mortals.
The encounter in the past life, the fate of this life, if there is an afterlife, who is willing to watch the bright fireworks in the prosperous world with me side by side?
On Changting Street, fireworks were blooming, and I picked up the lamp to look back;
The moon is like a hook, the world is grinding, you play the piano and sigh again.
In three lives, the clouds and clouds wax and wane, and once in a while there is a separation and separation of pessimism.
Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange for your confusion and peace for the rest of your life.
I would like to dedicate this article to friends who like ancient stories.
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