【九州缥缈录x阿苏勒】刘昊然个人向 | 烟花易冷

The sound of the flowers is cut off, the road is empty, and the door is closed. The dream is cold, and the heart is full of fear. Like you, suddenly, life and death are bitter. Bitter as a punch, there is a punch of yearning. The road is cut off, the road is empty, and the door is closed. The dream is cold, and the heart is full of fear. Like you, suddenly, life and death are bitter. Bitter as a punch, there is a punch of yearning. The road is cut off, the road is empty, and the door is closed. Like you, suddenly, life and death are bitter. Bitter as a punch, there is a punch of yearning. I hear that you are holding a drum. The sound of the drum is heard in the night village. The sound of fate is still us.