Hairpin head phoenix
Liao Yue is cold and the stars are sparse. The dusk is dim and the wind is cold. The red candle is broken and the tears are dry. A startling glance, lingering for a thousand years, hiding it
When the clouds rise, the water is exhausted. One man and one sword lead the way to the rivers and lakes. The wind is blowing, don't look back. Vaguely dreaming, sealed in the heart, difficult and difficult
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