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Bitter Heart · Preface

Things are different and things are different. If you want to speak, shed tears first! Once upon a time, I was just like an ignorant child, sitting aside with obsession, watching you wandering on the road of destiny; sitting with obsession, listening to your words of sorrow and joy; sitting with obsession, thinking about your loneliness. The voice and smile in front of the figure.

In the end, seeing your respective endings, I became worried about you, and I will never forget that half of the year was spent in vain, and the beautiful bones were buried in the wind!

As I pass through youth, I often miss it. I want to believe that your stories are just legends. You have never been here. You just let down the two lines of tears on my cheeks that cannot be wiped away and let the wind pass away! You finally stayed in my arms, but unfortunately, your face was full of sentimentality. My chest will one day be cold, like moonlight, cold and long. Today's loneliness comes from yesterday's separation! You won't come again. Even though I miss you, I only meet tonight. It turns out that my love is in my dreamland.

Ruan Langgui·Han Lingsha

The moment the phoenix flower fell, many ancient stories began to spread.

As the night gradually faded as I stayed by the door that day, the bamboo flute played a sentimental desolation in the wind with sparse shadows. Looking up, I saw a girl in a fiery red sari standing in the distance, her hair ornaments with bells jingling, which made people nostalgic.

I guess this is the scene when you left your hometown to seek immortality and ask questions, as if you still remember your smile some summer after a long time.

The three-foot green blade is unsheathed randomly. Is this the destined encounter between you, who has no skills, and him, who is simple and good? A tragic song or a happy world, which one is the ending of the story?

Think of the boundless boundary between Huangquan and the mortal world, and a river of smoke filling each other's moods. Can the invisible row of water under the eyes look like thousands of pearls when thrown down? I can't see the deserted screen windows, wind and rain, or the sad and miserable clouds in the cemetery. But it must be that life and death are just jade grains and golden waves filling the throat in the blink of an eye. They look thin in the rhombus mirror, but they are nostalgic! From destiny to nirvana, from prosperity to silence, the endless time is scattered in the blue sky, and the unknown update is never finished.

You thought you were chic and extraordinary, and you had already seen through it. So when the dust settled and I accepted the sorrow written in this life in my previous life, I found that the bottom of my heart was like a dead silence, being stirred up little by little by the longing and reluctance for him, until it seemed as if my feet were sinking deep in the mud.

If you have made a promise for a hundred years, but the other side of the Naihe Bridge only allows the remaining three years, can you promise to have a perfect ending with him who is belatedly arriving in the only time left in this life? song?

I am stunned! Life and death are so beautiful, who would leave a random drop of tear for the tombstone in front of the green peak and blue cliff, let the sand between the fingers pass like an epiphyllum, and the sunset glow of the old beauty.

Don’t worry about the passage of time,

Just wait for the bright moon to shed tears.

The worries of this world will not be taken care of by God.

Let’s leave Qingya to be happy for others.

Sapphire Case · Nightshade

The ancient capital of the Spring and Autumn Period for thousands of years is a place where the skylight cannot be seen in the dark night. You are just like an ignorant child, wandering on the snow where he returns home. He doesn't know that his young face is full of seriousness, but your heart is no longer lonely.

Knocking on the door of troubled times, life and death are on both sides. No matter how hard he turned the tide, he could not stop his old enemy's ambition to conquer. Trying my best to get rid of the confusion of this world, but there is nothing I can do! You and him just hugged each other silently, counting the past... Occasionally, under the sad bugle, each other's eyes would be filled with tears. No one understands the sadness in his heart, except the moment you look up at his bright eyes.

In order to meet each other in reincarnation, you hold the sword without hesitation, jump into the furnace that may never be restored, and wait for his call and protection for life after life. He said you were not strong enough, but you chose to break up with the furnace and never regretted it. You must remember every word "Solanum" he called you; you must remember his appearance, your brother Long Yang...

I don’t believe that the lonely soul can be reincarnated, but I hope for the chance to reunite with him. The ups and downs of my long-cherished wish in this world can last for thousands of years at the blink of an eye.

Xingyu fell one night, and we met him briefly, and we have been in love for a long time since then. I dare not forget his face. With this support from life to life, even if everything changes in the world. He is still not what he used to be, and you are still an ignorant child after all, wandering on the snow where he returns home, thinking about everything you could have in the past.

People at the end of the world are different in reincarnation.

Naturally, meeting each other is in a hurry.

It is difficult to recall the old faces of thousands of years,

The few stars are half dim.

Dian Lips·Shen Qishuang

Is she the girl who weeps silently in front of the lonely grave thousands of miles away, outside Yuhang City, with the cool breeze like water?

Are they the travelers with frost falling all over the ground, in front of the Huatang house, with their hearts filled with sadness and emotions of farewell?

Is it the light and shadow of the sword, the heroic sword dancer who has been away for several years in the martial arts competition hall?

Or, lovers who can’t help themselves, in the cave of ice and fire, where can they send their lovesickness and think about it?

The years have passed, and the long-lasting records have long been dusty. Maybe my memory of you stays at a very shallow stage. It's just that the dawn breeze is like a dream, and occasionally the girl whose nickname is "Qiqi" never leaves in the dream...

The world of justice and chivalry is a long way, and the love between beautiful women is consensual! The separation, gathering and separation of this life are full of wind and rain. Just as you selfishly held his arm and promised, "Don't worry about worldly matters, I will be with you." He would certainly agree, as I eagerly awaited.

But you didn't do that. But under the afterglow of the setting sun, with a soft and elegant face and a calm appearance, he said with a smile: "The dew will turn white tonight. Don't return to your hometown until you are old. Join hands to find your old friends until the end of the world."

There is no trace of the story from then on. In the rivers and lakes, it leads to a road that seems to be there and not yet, but occasionally I wake up from a dream, and there is still the call of the word "Qiqi"...

There are three fates in this world,

After we say goodbye, I don’t know whether you are near or far away.

Every year the red beams lean against the kites,

When will we meet again every year?