Shahai black glasses
You can meet or not.
From the desolation to the noise
Also know the next stop of the village, will forget him
Thousands of rivers and mountains pass away in the distance, and the pale puzzle prolongs the time
Life and death are sometimes a joke
Along the way, sincerity and falsehood are lost in other places
When the rain stops, they will wear the setting sun, and when the wind rises, they will sail far away
When will I find wandering, just to get to your side
It's too long to see or not to see
That vision, in the dark persistent measurement
Distant imagination, wipe the shoulder will recognize you
It doesn't matter if you laugh at a few injuries caused by gunfire
The initial direction of love
How to place the bags washed and swabbed by yellow sand
The ever unbroken wall has forgotten him
The sound of the scene is still lingering, and the audience sits alone until dawn
Looking back in an instant, the lanterns have not come to an end
He is dissolute in appearance, but can't let go of his mind
Laugh at the absurdity of the world. When we meet again, the way is as usual
In the past and in the future, it is hard to avoid madness
The final direction of love
That vision, in the dark persistent measurement
Distant imagination, wipe the shoulder will recognize you
Tomorrow, it doesn't matter to laugh
Why just wandering
He said stop wandering
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