The wolf-mooned moon makes the beauty look haggard. I raise my glass and drink up the wind and snow.
Who overturned the cabinet of past lives and caused trouble?
Yuan Zi Jue, several reincarnations, you frown and cry, the beauty cannot be called back.
Even though the history has turned into ashes, my love will never die, and prosperity is like three thousand rivers flowing in the east.
I only take a spoonful of love to understand, I only love the butterfly you incarnate in
Your hair is like snow. It's so poignant to say goodbye. Who has been touched by my burning incense?
Invite the bright moon to make memories bright and love perfect under the moonlight
Your hair is like snow and your tears are flying. Who am I waiting for to grow old?
In the drunken years of the mortal world, I have no regrets and carve a monument of eternal love for you.
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