The origin of the knife light hidden in the song month

"He never understood the meaning of the word friend, because he never made friends. 」

"In this world, there are not only friends who care about each other, but also enemies who care about each other. The difference between them is like life and death? The difference between. 」

Moon, are we friends or enemies?

Composer, Arranger and Mixer: Cao

Lyrics: Luo Singing: WK

Yue Ming: A lot of westerly winds: Take the wind home. White crow: meow ☆ sauce old man: Jianghu doesn't laugh.

Yue Ming: The last time I saw Xifeng was in Chongyang seven years ago. That night, we drank all night and finally got drunk in fireworks? Deep alley, I remember he explained to me, if one day Snow Country collapses, will you be sad? What if we don't? We are friends. Can we still drink together? I smiled and reached out to brush away the shallow moonlight on his blade. It's too hot ...? …

A handful of moonlight burns on the tip of the knife.

Is it hot or hot when drinking and spirits?

Look at the frost flying thousands of miles, opposing Chongyang in September.

It broke free from its own track and lost its sense of confusion.

This Jianghu fan wave is doomed to be difficult to return.

I wrote a sincere chapter on my chest.

When the past is as sweet as magic, it is easy to approach madness.

What about the danger of the blade being unsheathed?

He doesn't know where to go, and his feet are endless.

Take a ladle and pour it into the wine bag. The taste is Jianghu. Don't forget.

Zephyr: It snowed heavily that winter. He was freezing to death when I met him. He is desperate to protect you. You send it back to the ghost town.

Crow: Are you teaching me sympathy and gratitude? Don't forget, he is a fortune teller in Snow Country. If we don't start working, we all have to start working? Go to hell!

Zephyr: Fortune teller? Do you know I'm going to kill you?

Yue Ming: Here's the knife. You can do it at any time if you like.

The wind blows lanterns and rocks the boat, surging.

Like a thousand pounds of flying frost.

In the middle of winter, the ice and snow have not melted.

He is drunk and hazy, but he laughs at the shallow human feelings in the world.

He doesn't know who lives and who dies for a hundred years.

He couldn't understand what was hidden in the cup at first sight.

He doesn't understand people's minds, and all kinds of calculations have failed.

Who knows his calmness? The night between heaven and earth should be red.

Zephyr: The moonlight is too cold tonight. What is colder than moonlight is the human heart.

Yue Ming: This is a friend's knife.

Zephyr: Leave the snow country, leave the white crow, or you will die.

Yue Ming: Are you leaving you? Dugu Xifeng, the first killer in ghost town.

The bloody stone steps are my familiar farewell.

The castle at the end of memory is annihilated bit by bit.

The moonlight outside the city lit up the snowy long street at night.

Those flapping butterflies finally kissed the leaves goodbye.

Old man: Who thinks the west wind is cool alone? Isn't this the end I've been watching for a long time?

Yue Ming: Some people say that if his knife is stained with moonlight, he can't kill people, and the killer who can't kill people is meaningless to live. Me? Think, the next Chongyang, will he come again? ...

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