The young man couldn't bear to indulge in love and sorrow, so he sailed in the small boat and paid attention to the current. Pity the colorful butterflies, the building is full of flowers in the wind and rain.
Although the immortals and heroes are free and easy, they follow the path of demons and demons, their love is gentle, and there are grievances and grievances in the world of mortals. The sword energy is withdrawn and the flute music is silent.
I am haggard and undressed, and my beauty worries me. Frost and snow are faintly filled with tears, slaves have dreams, and the moon is like a hook.
Although it has nothing to do with it~ It's just because I like Fairy Sword