The setting sun is like blood, at the beginning of the month
In the palace courtyard flooded with blood, Yi Zi Qian Lin Feng stood
"Li Mushang, I'm just me, not anyone else's"
Entering the palace, leaving the palace, hiding in the mountains and forests
Yi Ziqian, how selfish you are, leaving me alone in this lonely place. How cruel, he even spared a glance when leaving.
Next time we meet, I will definitely not look at your back again
Uh. . . (To finger)
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