depraved voice

I once remembered that at the end of the day, the swallows stayed on the carved beams in the Lok Sin Wai Garden. The moon is over the plum wall, how can I recognize the fragrance of the flowers? The past has become a reminiscence of the past, and the lovebirds are falling apart. The rain breaks and it is cool, the piano is falling and the sound is gone. ************************************************************** mysterious red plum, set off a bloody stakes about the most precious treasure of the jianghu. Strong and weak, good and evil, good and evil, love and hate. The hand behind the curtain, turning clouds and rain, playing in the palm of your hand, but also the fragility of the human heart. He's a magnificent man, he's arrogant. A premeditated encounter. The game of chess is black and white, who is the pawn and who is the chess player? Who is the chess master? He is a man of many calculations. He carries too many responsibilities, too much hatred, too many complexes. Twice.