Three feet sword, two lines of tears and one finger of quicksand
A touch of the setting sun
Pear blossom on the post road
The setting sun, the west wind and the horse
Who can talk to me
The end of the world
One world, one journey, one touch of fragrance
Write a love story for you under the red candle
Red leaves reflect the sunset
It's already sunset
Withering falling sound empty sorrow
Talking about mulberry and hemp by boiling wine
A long song
Cook wine with you
That true love can't be exchanged for a lifetime of military service
Joys, sorrows, parting, singing to each other
Love has been, the fate of no concern
A long song to accompany you
Carrying thousands of earthly gold and iron horses
Three feet green peak sword points to mountain and river, poor bones covered with armor
If you can't finish a book, you can't finish a volume
It's up to him
Three feet sword, two lines of tears and one finger of quicksand
A touch of the setting sun
Pear blossoms on the post road in the fields
Who can fight with me
A long song to accompany you
That true love can't be exchanged for a lifetime of military service
Joys, sorrows, separation, singing to each other
Love has been, the fate of no concern
A long song to accompany you
Carrying thousands of earthly gold and iron horses
Qingchi River in the battle of three finger mountain
If you can't finish a book, you can't finish a volume
It's up to him
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