Blood in the air
The fragrance of flowers lingering in the wind
everything
Turbid
My soul is so pale and feeble
The smoke is extinguished
Dreams love you, still like a dream in silence
She clings to the helplessness of her previous life and enters the next reincarnation.
What he can't let go of is his past. The injury has been painful for thousands of years.
Who is still the same now and then?
Who cares about the past?
There are only a few Yang songs, and a few people look back at them
The chaotic sound hurts the soul, and the sleeves are waving and the years are fleeting
Turmoil in the world of mortals
She smiled and he stared
I just hope that this life will never change