I can't believe it

After five hundred years of slumber

Will meet you again

In this desolate harbor where only seabirds are swirling......

I hid myself in

In a faint smoke

Gaze at your hazy face:

The eyes contain warmth and poetry

The lips smiled lightly, like beans

A hundred years of vicissitudes

It's just that

A beautiful hair knot

Light disc in the back of your head......

Approaching you silently

At the moment when the eyes collided

You stretch out your money

Slender and powerful hands

I say:

The moon is full and the moon is lacking, and the river flows eastward

You said:

The white clouds are still the sea breeze

Still......

"The Holy Hand of the World Thief" encounter is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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