The crescent moon of the bonfire of the insects is bent, and the six stars are round in the sky,

Men and women laugh in the wilderness, love and embrace each other for a few times,

Gentleness suddenly left Kunming, and the darkness extinguished the light and the fire was cold,

The wind fell through the woods, and the wolves howled on the top of the mountain.

The woman pushed the man in a panic and urged him to go, and the man looked back halfway,

The woman squatted and cried on the ground, and the sickle and death chased the soul,

The man threw a stone angrily, jumped high and waved his arms to run for his life,

Death is fleeting, and the man closes his eyes and dies.

The moon arc runs through the belly of death, and the man has not moved for a long time.

The woman's face smiled like a purple glow, waving her hand to let the man leave the dangerous place,

Holding the silver moon dance on the other side, he scolded the god of death and rolled quickly,

The god of death finally hid the female Songti, and the male suddenly hissed and was eager to wake up.

The scythe plunged into the girl's belly, and the blood-stained night roses,

The god of death raised his head and laughed wildly, and the woman staggered and lost her pupils,

The man was at a loss and the grass was dry, and the tears fell silently,

Whether you are strange or immortal, you only think of He Linhao in this life.

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