Jincheng Night Rain: the Twelve Hour Tribulation

"Jincheng Night Rain·Twelve Hours Tribulation" Between the broken waves of the copper bell, the night has not dried up and the rain has not dried up. The bells of ancient Shu sigh softly, the abyss is in the abyss, the ring is in the ring, and the soul outside the abyss ring is not at peace. Before the soul is gone, Yanzi looks back, he has passed the critical moment early, and the person holding the bell is full of tears. The rustle of bronze fell all over the ship. The boat is full of water, the sound is faint, the candle shadow is single, and the smoke is deep in the sea, where is the official. "Jincheng Night Rain Tribulation" The rain at night in Jinjiang has left traces of autumn, who turned the time upside down? The copper bell at the end of the Nine Eyes Bridge rings, and the ring turns around at midnight. I have spent seventy-two years waiting to grow old. The green sheep's bells are ringing, and the shadows are stacked in surprise, and the hibiscus is falling open to know the dusk. The seal smoke scatters to form bronze seals, people are trapped in circles, and memories are as ethereal as the sound of cicadas. If there is no dawn in the window, the lights will fall, and prediction will always be false. The base material is boiled to taste like a calamity wave. The stove is cold at noon, and a pot of floating food is both bitter and sweet. The song of Youshi cuts off the blood of the setting sun, how much of the past is awakened? The soul in Haiguan is stagnant, floating and resting, and death is stagnant. No one can go to Meng Po Tang. The twelve hours are all locked, and the five directions' crazy souls collide. The Jinshui flowing eastward will eventually end, but this rain will not cross the Anshun Bridge for thousands of years. Don't ask where my return date is, the mist and rain of Jincheng are my body, The tribulations of the cycle are over, the tribulations are over and the cycle is over, and the new trees bear the traces of the ancient times.