Lu Qiong
Son of the Prime Minister
The posture of heaven and man
It's a pity that young love and true love are misunderstood
Even if you know this is a game, a scene
But still indulge in indulgence
In this human turmoil
All sentient beings are in various forms, all reveling wildly
He was so awake that he was numb
Let yourself fall into the abyss
Devoured by the evil that arose
Maybe he never loved His Highness the Crown Prince
But I can never forget that beam of light when I was young
Even if it's just a bubble or an illusion
He will never let go
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