That sword thrust was too gentle. It hurt, but no wound could be found.
Looking back, in the attic of the old days, the beauty was waiting like crazy, and the beautiful figure in the rain was already wasting away.
Can't escape the sorrow of separation, and the memory becomes decayed. The reason for the reinterpretation is that the world of mortals cannot see through it.
I can only let go of the thought of drinking to drown my sorrows, and enter the spring and Autumn period where I can't help myself.
The setting sun on the lakeside, walking on the water, the lone sword holding all the resentment, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, but I only love the beauty.
Who can ask when the wind and rain are passing by, the fragrance disappears and the jade falls? Let's wait for the next life to share a family relationship.
That day is gone and never looked back. How could I bear to blame you for keeping walking away.
Looking back, in the disappeared attic, the beautiful woman is waiting crazily, breaking into the involuntary spring and autumn alone.
The setting sun on the lakeside, walking on the water, the lone sword holding all the resentment, the mountains and rivers are picturesque, but I only love the beauty.
Who can ask when the wind and rain are passing by, the fragrance disappears and the jade falls? Let's wait for the next life to share a family relationship.
That sword thrust was so... Gentle.