Youth Travel
The sunset outside the gate
Always leave Acacia thick
How to stay in the fading streamer
Vultures in Mobei invite me to abstain from freedom
A pot of wine
Wandering with a sword
It's hard to cross the river and lake. It's hard to be gentle
The talisman of my loneliness
The crossroads of destiny
I just want to feed my horse
Since ancient times, many Rangers have seen the end of the world
Watching the distant mountains raise smoke
The smoke of the kitchen is curling
But I dare to ask if I can borrow the dormitory
Until I was older
I want to rest my horse, too
Memories of the past
When wax tears are dried
I'm not afraid of wind and rain
Suddenly I see white hair on my temples
A pot of wine
Wandering with a sword
It's hard to cross the river and lake. It's hard to be gentle
Take Jane's lonely sorrow as my Talisman
The crossroads of destiny
I just want to feed my horse
Since ancient times, many Rangers have seen the end of the world
Watching the distant mountains raise smoke
The smoke of the kitchen is curling
But I dare to ask if I can borrow the dormitory
Until I was older
I want to rest my horse, too
Memories of the past
When wax tears are dried
I'm not afraid of wind and rain
Suddenly I see white hair on my temples
Jiangnan Liuzhao's red sleeve clothes
The past is enough to lick my wound
The crossroads of destiny
I just want to feed my horse
Since ancient times, many Rangers have seen the end of the world
Watching the distant mountains raise smoke
The smoke of the kitchen is curling
But I dare to ask if I can borrow the dormitory
Until I was older
I want to rest my horse, too
Memories of the past
When wax tears are dried
I'm not afraid of wind and rain
Suddenly I see white hair on my temples
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