Who did the ancient style like this? It hides the sorrows of the past and present?

Yesterday I drew a sword dance, and aimed at the purple robe.

The king leans on his horse at the Luanmen Gate.

But I know that in the dream for three years, the ink hair is facing the clouds.

My heart cannot be washed away, and I dance to chaos today.

The wine has become a song, and the song has spread far into the clouds.

When will the same date be delivered? Hold the sword in your waist.
Chapter completed!