Lyrics of Old Jiumen February Red Calling Mai

Nine gates in Changsha have been exploring solitary graves for generations, with nine gates and nine people, which are called the Nine Gods.

All the officials who went to the three gates had put on their uniforms, and the Buddha broke into the death gate alone just to spy on the mine.

In February, Liyuan Opera looked down on the world of mortals and only made a wish to quit these nine schools.

Half of Li's broken leg was sealed in the ancient tomb, and since then, he has hidden his bitter water in his heart and loved the widowed You.

Sanmen are thieves, and I just want to be with you, even if I am struck by lightning for nine times.

Dried tangerine peel has never been fired by February Red. I will kill you if you don't surrender in this life.

Jianghu people say that Wu Laogou made friends generously all his life, and finally fled to Hangzhou on the Songhua River.

The hero Han, a black-backed old six, has been with the knife all his life. Since ancient times, heroic feelings are hard to break, and he exchanged his life for that beauty.

Three doors next door, mostly business beauties, think you are flustered. This game of vicissitudes of life is famous in Hunan.

Huo Xiangu, a fairy from Jiumen, a deciduous shop in Changsha, just wants to recognize you as my husband.

Five lines of gossip and Qi Tiezui called Bu a ghost, and the world laughed at my name as a coward and never regretted it.

Who else can match the mystery of the ancient tomb in the chess game? He who sees through the game of life and death.

The old nine gates in Changsha were no longer the door gods, but they were scarred by their promises.

I wonder when three of the nine gates will meet again. Once those grave robbers become solitary graves.