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When Do You Fall in Love and When Do You Die?
Martial Arts几时入情几时入棺
The Third Brother Of The Cunning Rabbit
The summer rain is continuous, the flowers in the lotus pond are blooming, and you and I meet in the Zhufeng Pavilion... Success and fame, Princess Xu, desert northern frontier, you and I are separated... But infatuation is already a vast ocean, how can it flow through the countryside? It's sunny and snowy in March, and the cherry blossom trees you and I stand in are as graceful as jade. However, things are different and people are different. The fragrance of colorful flowers lingers. Where did the beautiful lady go? Plant a cherry tree next to the tomb and make a wish. When I come back, I will hold hands with you forever! The beauty is ill-fated, and the love is buried in the coffin. We will not hate each other in life, and we will never be separated in death! Wrapping up her blue silk gauze, I looked at the desert sands on the horizon. I had a dream that seemed like a painting, pitiful for her in the mirror. General, don't think about it, the foxqiu drums and harp music have become hoarse, and the sand in the north is still blowing...
The summer rain is continuous, the flowers in the lotus pond are blooming, and you and I meet in the Zhufeng Pavilion... Success and fame, Princess Xu, desert northern frontier, you and I are separated... But infatuation is already a vast ocean, how can it flow through the countryside? It's sunny and snowy in March, and the cherry blossom trees you and I stand in are as graceful as jade. However, things are different and people are different. The fragrance of colorful flowers lingers. Where did the beautiful lady go? Plant a cherry tree next to the tomb and make a wish. When I come back, I will hold hands with you forever! The beauty is ill-fated, and the love is buried in the coffin. We will not hate each other in life, and we will never be separated in death! Wrapping up her blue silk gauze, I looked at the desert sands on the horizon. I had a dream that seemed like a painting, pitiful for her in the mirror. General, don't think about it, the foxqiu drums and harp music have become hoarse, and the sand in the north is still blowing...