Thousands of years ago, the verdigris in Shangqiu became your eyes.

Broken jade scatters witches, leaving sorrow and parting, and yellow sand disappears into the heart.

A thousand years later, the deciduous Yangtze River An Wei flows through your ears.

Zhong Nanshan is silent, and the tricolor glaze dips in the night.

Every reincarnation is the only long book, the memory of this world.

I've lost my way to Sansheng No.10, leaving the Iraqi in the past.

My whole life has been recorded in a secret story.

You circle the meaning of the word and don't find the new person sighing.

A thousand years later, the deciduous Yangtze River An Wei flows through your ears.

Zhong Nanshan is silent, and the tricolor glaze dips in the night.

Every reincarnation is the only long book, the memory of this world.

I've lost my way to Sansheng No.10, leaving the Iraqi in the past.

My whole life has been recorded in a secret story.

You circle the meaning of the word and don't find the new person sighing.

Love is not the only thing that depends on each other.

The ecstasy when the candle blows out gently.

Love is not a secret, but a mystery.

Avoid the answer and keep looking.

How old are you sleeping in the deep courtyard every time you practice?

Relying on the shoulder of the last person has been repairing this person's fate.

What you see, even if the well is broken, is just a drop in the ocean.

Zhuang Zhou remembered the time, and ink paintings spread all over Kyushu Island.