Descent of the Phoenix

And he just left, too much, too much.

As soon as he reached his hand, the wine in his hand fell down.

On the face of Haoyue, he fell into the mouth of Haoyue, dripping on the body of Haoyue, and ran into the grass around him.

The silver beads rolled and filled with the wine.

The water is splashing.

The colorless drops of water flowed on the cheeks and slipped.

I don't know if it is tears or drinks.

Close your eyes tightly, let the wine in your hands infiltrate yourself, let the drink in your hand drunk yourself.

Cold moon silver hook, lonely hillside, mad drink against the moon.

The hair is moist, the clothes are soaked, and the strong wine is wrapped in the moon.

"Oh." The hand holding the jar suddenly fell, and the jar of wine fell on the hillside, and immediately broke into pieces, and the remaining drink immediately spread.

"You are too cruel, you are too cruel."

His eyes opened, and the **** red scorpion was filled with boundless pain, boundless shackles, and boundless wounds.

Xuanyuan Che, you are too cruel, too cruel.

Covering the face with a sleeve, the moon fell backwards, lying straight on the hillside.

The **** red eyes raised a drunk.

People are not intoxicated, people are drunk, not good, but sometimes people want to get drunk.

The choking of the silk came from the lonely hillside.

Not crying, it is a tragedy that a lone wolf loses his partner.

Night, very quiet;

Month, very cold.

The secluded light, the sorrowful grief that can't be said.

The low and low choking slowly melts under the cold moon, and slowly silences.

Slowly disappeared under the cold moon, only the sound of the wind screaming around, and the blades of grass were blown, and the rustling sound was heard.

This kind of sound, the night is more and more quiet.

The people above the hillside seem to be asleep.