She smiled sweetly, as if she wanted to shake off her beauty, and spoke softly: "Tan Lang, the past is like a dream. Remember my face, my singing, and my dancing steps, so that you can come and find me in the next life..."
The skirt is lifted up and whirling, the jade fingers are raised lightly, the red hair is fluttering, the charming singing voice is melodious mixed with the gorgeous dance steps:
Without you in this world, I lament how much sorrow the world will have
In the wind and rain, crying, look at the other side
Sing a song, dance a song, and wait for reincarnation in the next life
Burning temples, dyeing windows red, waiting for flowers to bloom for thousands of years
The red threads are connected, how can we give up?
Look at that lakeside, how many people are buried there?
The bird's-beak flower only blooms for one night, and has already seen through the separation
Heaven and earth are both close to each other, but who knows that love has no end?
The drizzle is falling, the shadows of people are gone, the misty rain is misty again
My life is over, but my life is thin
Looking back, my soul is in a state of wandering.
Just looking forward to meeting each other
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She took the Wangchen soup from the executioner's hand and drank it all in one gulp. The glass bowl shattered on the ground and she pursed her red lips.
Her eyes were filled with blood and tears. ． ．
"Okay, okay... I made you lose your heart! Gouged out his eyes! How do I ask you to miss him? How do I ask him to find you? Hahahaha..." The weird and tragic laughter cut through the heavens, and Emperor Laojia's wild laughter split the gauze curtains filling the hall.
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