Kong Ling Wu
The fragrance disappears and the jade dies, the autumn is cold
The sleeves are dancing in the sky, and the Zen yarn is lingering
Relying on others' advice and combing tears
When it turns into a butterfly, the moon is intoxicating.
Flowers die, flowers die, one autumn leaf
One Qinquan, three kinds one by one
The scab cannot be removed, the dust has not been broken, but the beautiful clothes sing
Whether you think about it or not, the second lotus begins to bloom, day by day, month by month, year by year
This is a country that only belongs to Lord Ling, not to any dynasty or territory. Existence is a kind of rationality, a history outside history, in a parallel space.
"Beyond the Clouds", this is the only record of this in "Shangshu". The Book of Ancients, voyeuristically, is just a sporadic fragment of history.
So, some people say that it has existed for too long.
Belongs to a country beyond history.
She was originally the prince's daughter, but she had to shoulder the responsibility for the entire Lingjian.
The man she loved the most eventually chose to betray her.
Fate, but at a certain moment, turned a corner and returned to the starting point.
Why did the dark blue priest who was the enemy who killed her father evoke her memories that had been buried for thousands of years?
Curse does not mean the end, but the beginning of reincarnation...
