"Brother Qingmo, will you protect Yun'er for the rest of your life?"

"Yes."

"Brother Qingmo, Yun'er is hungry."

Brother Qingmo got into the kitchen, just for you to smile.

"Brother Qingmo, these mountains and streams are beautiful."

Brother Qingmo has been cold for three years, just to write a poem when he returns.

Brother Qingmo picks up the stars and the moon for you, just for Bo Yun'er to smile.

The heart and the cause are thought of by you.

Until that day, the white clothes and face were like a crown of jade, and he rode a horse and ran the house in a dashing manner.

I don't know that you have made a long-cherished wish in this life, only when you have a white robe and a sword in your heart.

So I took my sword and went into the mountain to sharpen my sword for ten years.

When I came out of the mountain, I was already the first in the world, and I heard that you were married in white.

But the white clothes have finally failed you.

You cried and wore makeup, and before you entered the battlefield to block a thousand horses, you just wanted to die.

So I put on the white garment, and rode on my back to protect you.

I am like a white horse passing through the gap, and one person blocks a thousand horses.

I turned around in blood, and the stars in your eyes dimmed instantly.

I finally understand, caressing the tears on your face.

"That's it, Qingmo will retreat to this mountain."

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