The drizzle falls, the breeze shakes, relying on the infatuated love;
The bright snow falls, the Yellow River becomes turbid, and his heart is broken by his unfeeling;
I am willing to call back the sword in my hand;
Called back, the feelings in my heart, the thorn of destiny;
The world's emotions flow with the flow of water, and only a dream comes to life;
Life is nothing but a big dream;
Looking forward to all the dreams within dreams;
The hope is still a burst of sunshine
a cold
"I'm tired of it"
Xu Ning swears by his life
Heaven abandons me
I would rather become a demon!