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Song of Xunqing
Fantasy Romance寻卿歌
Little Sweet Baby
"Flowers of the other shore, flowers of the other shore, How many tears were shed, Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, How much blood was lost, Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, You are the love of my heart... When the dream comes back and the flowers fall, Drink a bowl of Meng Po soup. ..............." \U003C\u003CLong Song of Resentment\u003E\u003E is a ballad composed by a little girl, She didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, but later she did. Why? She is immortal and has lived for tens of millions of years. Her beating heart seems fake. She has seen all the sights in the world, tasted all the sufferings in the world, and knows how hot and cold the world is. She felt that this world was very interesting. She sat in a flower house among the flowers on the other side, drinking wine, tying flowers, and waited for the lover to tell their story. It didn't take long for her to get tired of it and left Wangchuan to find her own love. Finally, I met him in the realm of the demon clan. Looking for Qing, looking for Qing... One story, one sentence; thousands of stories, thousands of words; although there are not thousands, there are songs.
"Flowers of the other shore, flowers of the other shore, How many tears were shed, Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, How much blood was lost, Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, You are the love of my heart... When the dream comes back and the flowers fall, Drink a bowl of Meng Po soup. ..............." \U003C\u003CLong Song of Resentment\u003E\u003E is a ballad composed by a little girl, She didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, but later she did. Why? She is immortal and has lived for tens of millions of years. Her beating heart seems fake. She has seen all the sights in the world, tasted all the sufferings in the world, and knows how hot and cold the world is. She felt that this world was very interesting. She sat in a flower house among the flowers on the other side, drinking wine, tying flowers, and waited for the lover to tell their story. It didn't take long for her to get tired of it and left Wangchuan to find her own love. Finally, I met him in the realm of the demon clan. Looking for Qing, looking for Qing... One story, one sentence; thousands of stories, thousands of words; although there are not thousands, there are songs.