I comb my hair several times without sleep all night
Looking at the bronze mirror and thinking about the old face
The moonlight in the West Wing never changes
Will recall over and over again, sigh no trace of time
Look at each other, delusion of world fate
I thought I was separated for a long time
How can you feel sentimental when you touch it
Submerge before samsara dissipates between the fingers
Don't complain about murmuring time
The only wish in this life is that we can still see Qu Zhongsi
The sound of the sound is endless
I will go without thinking about the beautiful scenery and sunny day at that time
Look at each other, delusion of world fate
I thought I was separated for a long time
How can you feel sentimental when you touch it
Before the samsara disappears
Murmuring year without complaint
The only wish in this life is that we can still see Qu Zhongsi
The sound of the sound is endless
I will go without thinking about the beautiful scenery and sunny day at that time
I comb my hair several times without sleep all night
Looking at the bronze mirror, you are old
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