Whether the love that bursts out of mutual calculations can last, and whether it can withstand suspicion.
The emperor of the day didn't care about such trivial things. He just wondered how he could cause so much trouble if he just spared the life of that dodder-like woman. Is it his fate or her disguise.
"You should know that this fragrance is ethereal and unreal. How can it cause chills to your bones and make you sad?"
You ride your horse and whip your whip, standing on the top of the mountain. The flying arrows flying around the dust are like Lin Chi, and the engraved seals on the clothes are not as beautiful as Luli.
But my clothes are in rags and I am living in the mud. The graceful turning and staggering of the disc has not stopped, and the world of mortals rises from the suspended steps.
Love or unintentional, shares hold power. Persecution leads to fleeing, and oppression creates fear.
A pale lover will melt tenderness into cruelty and condense his smile into cold rain.
The indifferent lover watched me fall to the bottom of the cliff with a smile on my face, like an ant.
An infatuated person would like to take out his heart and lungs and hang them on the city wall, soaked in the cold wind all day long.
When the heartless person occasionally looks back at the sunset flag, he vaguely remembers the bond that was a thorn in his side.
I just want to tell you that I am not the disaster of our country and your sin.
I am the agarwood fire in Boshan's furnace, burning silently and disappearing quietly.
If you ever loved me.