One hundred years later
The flowers of heartless valley will bloom
Maybe in the world
There will be another me
A big brother
Wind mausoleum can also kill
Can there be fireworks in Xiangyang
How's big brother
I'm at the foot of tomb hill
Just one look at it
Looking at the end of the world
Only a moment in the dust
What is enviable and what is pitiful
And the word "fate"
The landscape is dumb at the moment
Step by step
Where to go without answering
Through the sunset of Emei
Looking back on the prosperity
Cloud top painting of tea cooked in crane clothes
It's not a hero in the world
What can you love and what can you be tired of
This life is called "epilepsy"
I wish there was still a golden needle
Often accompanied by this body
When we meet in the next life
Still an old friend
The shadow sweeps the yellow sand and comes out of the box depending on the sky
Alone in troubled times
Drink three rivers and five mountains
This is the long way
Fang Wai is at ease
Previous life is like smoke and fog
Where to go regardless
A thin dress
From then on, Chaochao and dusk
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