The first stone
The sky
There are more than seven dream colors
The second stone
He bred stone monkeys
Dream like characters are not just Legends
I think in years to come
We meet
I'll ask you
Remember
The crystal stone that belongs to us
There are also ignorant young people
The pure feeling of weaving
Jiutuo's temperament
Flying, rolling, passionate
The pure feeling of weaving
Jiutuo's temperament
Flying, rolling, passionate
The third stone
Building a red building
How many people linger and finally lose
So many stones
You gave it to me
The poet once said it could be used to make wine
Until many years later
We meet
I'll ask you
Remember
I think you'll say it with a smile
Stone is just stone
No more miserable youth
The pure feeling of weaving
Jiutuo's temperament
Flying, rolling, passionate
The pure feeling of weaving
Jiutuo's temperament
Flying, rolling, passionate
With three stones
I folded one
There are head, hand, dream and sorrow
These three stones
In chronological order
I can't come up with a favorite result
Until many years later
We meet
I'll ask you
Remember
I think you'll say it with a smile
Stone is just stone
No more miserable youth
The pure feeling of weaving
Jiutuo's temperament
Flying, rolling, passionate
The pure feeling of weaving
Jiutuo's temperament
Flying, rolling, passionate
The pure feeling of weaving
Jiutuo's temperament
Flying, rolling, passionate
The pure feeling of weaving
Jiutuo's temperament
Flying, rolling, passionate
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