Xiangfei Bamboo, a sacred tree, chants in the air for thousands of years, but it is difficult to recite it; the ruthless sword, the words in the song, are eroded by wind and tears, and it is difficult to find a close friend to complain.
Standing still and listening to the weeping bamboo, moving the purple emperor, Xiang Fei's song, due to the wrong fate. The mystery of the three generations cannot be understood until death, and the moon shines away from people.
Ziying is like the moon, glass is like a song, we go together and return together...
Dad said that if a girl's name is engraved on the sidearm, she will be together for eternity, and no one is allowed to die first.
The cold and handsome man once silently carved a vow that he had made here for half his life, which was lingering and pathos but never uttered.
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