Residual Makeup Wood

The smoke of gunfire rises, and the blood in the man's bones is dedicated to the yellow sand At that time, the flowers bloomed, and the man trampled on the back of the flowers to reach the highest peak. Under the cold moon, he could not sleep at night It turns out I have you in my heart Even ten miles of peach blossoms are not as charming as your residual makeup Crazy, I will build another dream for you An old dream, absurd and absurd... In this life, you and I have inseparable grudges, love and hate; At that time, I was willing to give up myself. Even if our souls were separated, I still only wanted you to be safe and happy by my side.