Everyone on stage and off stage can remember it.
Flowers bloom on the stage for another season. When will the storm under the stage start?
Hua Xiao talks about legend
Childhood agreements and flowers are scattered in the noisy old streets.
The costume of that year has turned yellow because of the way he is now.
The old alley walked through the scene, carrying heavy glory on one shoulder.
I'm afraid I wander, and I always talk and laugh.
Once on a high mountain, leaning against a cliff, it was arbitrary to cross the clouds.
Dare to compete with the Qifeng in the wind.
Go to the abyss and mystery alone.
Who can ask where HuaXieYu is?
Once gongs and drums floated across the alley.
The dim old house, the old sunshine, outshine others.