Life is like a dream. Life is a journey. There is no need to care too much about life or death.
But the king, who was no longer young, wrote a memorial message on rice paper in front of her mausoleum with trembling hands.
Born as brothers and sisters, died as dust in the same cave
When will I lean on Xuguo, and my tears will dry in the double photos?
Every word seems to be engraved on the heart, but the blood turns into clear tears and flows down silently from the eyes.
In a trance, it seemed as if her melodious voice sounded again behind me.
Whispering soft words with clear words
He turned his head sharply
Ah Cat!
But only saw
The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone
Intention: As time goes by, this hatred will last forever