Dusk in Zhongli

Qingqing Zijin, worry about my heart Take a sword and cut your heart, only then will you realize that your heart is a mess Till death do us part, Till death do us part Covered in silver flowers, turned into time and souls The ruthless emperor's family allowed me to be buried alone He likes me, but I don't like you. I like you, but you don't. Gentle and elegant, no reciprocation, from now on it will be difficult for Bojun to talk to him The heart is like a double mesh, with a modest knot in it Mingjun has feelings for me, but I can't be with you Cleverness and wit are all foolishness. In this life, Bo Qianqian is too much. Looking out the window at the smoke and clouds between the cliffs The smoke curls up between the cliffs, and the clouds curl up as well. You stand in the snow holding an umbrella Her hair is like snow, and her eyebrows are also like snow The mortal world of life, right and wrong is flashy I wish you have no regrets and I have no regrets either …