A trace of sadness
Hate the rush of time
The wind of falling flowers is always worrying
Red dust cloud
How long is it
The immortal admires the mandarin duck to the white head
A wisp of love and an inch of sorrow
It's hard to understand love and hate
Amorous people always get heartache
Hate things when you hate them
It's hard to understand how to hate the dust
Who can see through all the fame and wealth
Things change and people change
Who has pity on the withering old man
Spring comes and autumn goes
It's hard to be happy in Acacia
A wisp of love and a trace of sorrow
Hate the rush of time
The wind of falling flowers is always worrying
Red dust cloud
How long is it
The immortal admires the mandarin duck to the white head
A wisp of love and an inch of sorrow
It's hard to understand love and hate
Amorous people always get heartache
Hate things when you hate them
It's hard to understand how to hate the dust
Who can see through all the fame and wealth
Things change and people change
Who has pity on the withering old man
Spring comes and autumn goes
It's hard to be happy in Acacia
A wisp of love and an inch of sorrow
Acacia is hard to understand
Amorous people always get heartache
Hate things when you hate them
It's hard to understand how to hate the dust
Who can see through all the fame and wealth
A wisp of love and a trace of sorrow
Hate the rush of time
The wind of falling flowers is always worrying
Red dust cloud
How long is it
From duck to fairy
The immortal admires the mandarin duck to the white head
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