Zhang Shaohua's fortune telling.

Are you looking for a story song? If so, it may be a butterfly with dead leaves. . . I will give you the lyrics. It's not bad to watch this song ~ ~ ~

Deciduous butterfly

Resume:

Dead leaves: the stream of the sky

White Horse: Toy Soldier

Moonlit night: thinking about tea (that is, tea)

Storyteller: Lacolas

Yelang Wang: Silk Tea

Sing: toy soldiers

Writer: I have been writing this story for three years.

The dead leaves never came back,

Duanyang this year,

I got drunk with him in the wine cellar again,

I don't know how long he will stay at this door.

So that night I burned a book that I had written for three years.

The rough sea echoed and the boat broke through the waves.

His long hair is sprinkled with silver guns and carved with feathers.

Close your eyes and lie half-asleep. The wine on your waist is cold.

In the distant sky, dark clouds are shining and ominous.

Qinglong looks fierce in the sea.

His cold palms are full of bows and light.

Through the night, accompanied by harsh wind.

The splash of lotus flowers scattered in the corners of the lips is slightly sweet as sugar.

Dead leaves: I have lived in this dragon's belly for 300 years, but I am not a monster ... I forgot my name ... I have butterflies tattooed on my shoulders. Why don't you just call me dead leaf? ...

White Horse: On a moonlit night, I was given the name "White Horse" ... killing four wild animals, not for the country ... just for him.

Dead leaves: What about me?

Dead leaves: Why don't you ever drink that pot of wine around your waist?

White Horse: The old man said that lotus plumule can be made into a kind of rouge called waterless.

Dead leaves: The chest is the closest place to the heart. If you lean on my chest, it won't freeze. ...

White Horse: There is a snow mountain behind. How many snow mountains can you carry me over?

Dead leaves: carry it until I die ... I'll take you back to him!

White Horse: If my eyes were not burned by this snow, what would I like to see most now ... is you. ...

Yelang Wang: Yelang City will never tolerate a monster who has lived for 300 years ... I have mobilized the subordinates of Nanhammer ... Moonlight, I want you to lead the troops this time. ...

Moonlight: I want to be with him ...

Yelang Wang: Your family has made great contributions from generation to generation. You must destroy it yourself. ...

Moonlight: Kill him and come back with me. ...

White Horse: This pot of wine is too strong …

Moonlight: Tonight ... you will all die.

White Horse: You remember there was no water. Get it back for me and leave tonight! ……

Dead leaves: I can't carry you all my life ... I've been sewing on your collar corner ... after dawn ... forget me.

The bamboo forest overflows with the sunset and returns to the farmers to sing.

The rain brought a cool rainbow window frame.

The blood scattered on the wall did not frost.

But tell him to learn to forget the flying of butterflies.

On his chest, snow plums are fragrant.

Waiting at the gate to watch the snow fall for a lifetime.

White horse: White horses always rely on dead leaves ... Please help me write a story. ...

Writer: You want me to write a story, and I want a friend to drink with me. We agreed on three years! Three years later, Duanyang, I'll help you finish this book. ...