Overnight, my hair reached my waist. A tune from the ghost flute brings blood to the imperial city.
In one thought, he holds the imperial power. When the famous sword dances, the Heavenly Sword becomes famous.
A trace of ordinary heart, pampering all over. Disaster saves you, and heavenly secrets follow you.
A piece of luck, go down the mountain to grab it.
Such a world
There are those who rebel and leave home just for love,
A promising beauty ventures into the imperial city alone,
Those who are good at planning just to win the supreme position,
There is someone who was born into a noble family but yearns for the world,
With all kinds of love but in darkness,
Just because of that glimmer of salvation, I will not regret giving birth to you.
There are puppets in the hands of various forces who come one by one just for the illusory luck.
The rivers and lakes here are like this. My friends, you can take a look at this grand scene of the rivers and lakes with me.
Intention: Dust returns to dust, dust returns to dust, this place is like a dream