Flowers Kill in the Wind

Martial arts arena, sect battles. Ordinary HE, I purely love you. I remember that the boat outside the city still carried stars all over the sky Remember the cold under the moon, and the sword that kills hundreds of flowers I remember your smile, like the empty mountain after the new rain You are not my guest on the boat, you are the snowy night I am waiting for Memory is like this, it exists in the brain, but the performance in action is deep in the bone marrow. Chen Qingzhou, the memory forgets you, but the heart remains as your throbbing. ―――Gao Lingyan Concept: Hanging the pot to help the world