Lyrics of Shao Siming's songs

Singing in the Name of Sword and Blood Wei: Chong Xiaoyan/Shao Siming Lyrics/Copywriting: Qingshui Qiuxiang Harmony: Ling Composed: Shao Siming Arranged: Greyhound Poverty Later Stage: Greyhound Poverty Poster: Qingshui Qiuxiang Copywriting is buried under the green grass in Beimangpo. Her name is Shu, and I am her sword, Blood Wei. "The sword is all iron, and it is psychic because of the grip." Everything I know and read comes from her. Only I can accompany this arrogant and indifferent woman, aged eight to twenty-five. After her death, I was presented to the magic pavilion, and I have no master since then. -I want to dedicate this song to the lyrics of Hot Blood Wei. [Less] Drink tears, burn feelings, love and hate, and make alliances in this life. After this long journey, I will be reborn in the fire, which is the belief of sword and man. [Smoke] Who has lifted the inextricable chill under the veil and shaken the majestic world of mortals? The shadow of the sunset is destined to meet like a bloody rose in full bloom. In the name of a sword, I will follow you proudly. Look at that year, listening to Fengxiang and Long Teng on the snowy building, fighting thousands of miles in the north side by side, fighting in the south and fighting in the north, sharing the world with one knife and one sword. In my name, I hope you will make a noise and turn a deaf ear. If you are exposed to resentment, you will not survive, at least you will not be able to deepen the deep-rooted scar. Who has rejected the incomplete fate above ten thousand people? What reason is left to brush away the dust and betray the original loyalty? Sacrifice you in the name of the sword, but the mistake is gentleness and miscalculation. Heaven and man are forever divided and hate each other. There is an inch of crack in my heart. [Together] In my name, I will cherish your green grass and fragrant soul, and now I will sleep under the slope of Beimang. There are no monuments and no graves. [Little] Your heart is not iron, as evidenced by tears. [Smoke] Life [Less] Unwilling to be together [Together] In the name of blood guard, it is said that the man with the sword and cold arm on the blue lamp wall has sacrificed for seventeen years and his blood has dried up. The world finally paid a fatal price. Singing: Shao Siming /CRITTY Lyrics: Composition/Harmony Composition: Shao Siming Arranged: Grey Original Difference Harmony: CRITTY Late Stage: Grey Original Difference Poster: Magic Maple Leng Yue [CC] One night, the Great Wall was covered by snow and snow, horseshoes stepped on the stars, swords were all dressed in red, and dust and blood were sent to the barren city to dye the rings. I wrote it with my life, and I won't wait for the next life. [Less] Roadside kiosks have sent one journey after another, and cold oil lamps are used to going to the alley. When the autumn frost is over, I sigh a few pots of tears and cold pipa. [CC] The sunset outside Bianhuang gradually disappeared in the dusk, and the old trees, withered vines and faint crows refused to settle down [less]. Moonlight secretly looks at the rings of the poor fate years, and no matter how sincere [pro] can cross the world of mortals [less], we can only row three feet for the reincarnation soul in exchange for the birthday, recite a causal red knot in the afterlife [CC], embroider a needle, hate sewing a mandarin duck pillow [pro], I will spend my life with you, and so on, and the fate is serious [less]. Roadside kiosks send cold oil lamps one after another to the alley, and a few more [CC] moss become autumn frost, sighing for a few pots of tears, the sunset outside the wilderness gradually disappears in the dusk, and you don't return. Old trees are dead, vines are dim, and crows still refuse to settle down. Moonlight secretly looked at the rings of poor fate years. No matter how sincere [together] you are, you can't cross the world of mortals. Just for the reincarnation of the soul, recite a red rope embroidery needle with cause and effect in the afterlife, and hate sewing a mandarin duck pillow. I will accompany you all my life, and so on. Fate is serious, and the sword is singing softly. A wild goose knows autumn. Composer: arrangement by a young company: Ashwara poor remix: Ashwara poor people have no intention of staying in windy deserts, lonely smog and endless rivers. Looking at the reincarnation of Jiangnan people at sunset. However, fireworks are like smoke all their lives. I saw your picturesque eyes, the sound of a sword, the silence of thousands of troops, and the way you turned around was so natural and unrestrained. I spent my whole life drawing bets with my life, but I can't wait for you to take the erhu in the theater. Who will cover up half of it and make a pipa red makeup that hurts the cheek at last? Sing a song and forget it. Singing like a dream: Xiao Siming's lyrics: knowing autumn when geese fall/composer: Shao Siming's arrangement: Shao Siming's "Poor Grey Plains" later stage: Who holds three feet of green mountains and green waters in the poor grey plains? I am proud of all the heroes in the world. I use a trick to relax and watch you come. Look, authentic martial arts is definitely not a dragon sword. Not pretending to be different from others on the battlefield. The so-called hero is nothing but vanity and vanity. I don't want to praise, but I might as well let go of my dream. There are many kinds of earthly customs. The sound of silk and bamboo longs for you to cook a bowl of porridge and take a boat ride. I have been pursuing a face that turns yellow in a hurry all my life. Who can understand the cold wind in the wilderness, blowing white all winter? Listening to the distant night bell, who sings misty rain for: Shao Siming's lyrics: Knowing Qiuyan's composition: Shao Siming's arranger: Poor and sour, the evening before the ashes: LOKE poster: Emino tea adds fragrance to several strands of autumn water. Yi people's scholarly pear blossoms are like snow, and their minds are charming. A beautiful piece of red paper writes about you. How can I put pen to paper quietly elegant and free from vulgarity, smile and paint three or two pipas for you in Yan Ruyu, just waiting for a few more flowers outside your window? The news of flowers blooming is that I draw the melancholy of Jiangnan by hand and give it to you. Draw your beauty three thousand miles away, and all the melodies on the ancient strings of the misty rain in the West Lake are lost. Have you noticed that maybe in a previous life, I deliberately met the poor Tianya briefly and played a song three thousand miles away? Flowers bloom and fall at dusk, the rain of buttonwood is blurred, and you are floating in the sky. Poetry talks about the memory of Jiangnan, smiles at rouge, and draws three or two pipas for you in Yan Ruyu, just waiting for a few more flowers outside your window. The news of flowers blooming is my melancholy in the south of the Yangtze River, giving you a poor world. Three thousand miles away, I have painted your beauty on the ancient strings of the misty rain in the West Lake, losing all the melodies. Have you ever noticed that it may be in the past life, and this life will be deliberately satisfied for the next year? Rewrite your little play and give you a song. Misty rain will cover up all the memories. At dusk, the phoenix rain will blur the sky, and you will be elegant. Memories and singing of Jiangnan in the poem: Composer: Arranged by Shao Siming: Greyhound is poor: Greyhound is poor and full of bed, and a window is poor and alone in the road. How can it be as cold as a few pieces outside? Listen to the vicissitudes of life is my prayer, if the rain turns into frost, it is my prayer. It is my life to explore yin and yang. I have painted candles on the inkstone and have never seen my hometown. I want to paddle by boat, leaving me on the strange road where the Zen hall is bleak and blurred, looking at the strange distance chased by thousands of times, calling out a sigh and retreating into the temple before dawn, leaving only a roll of incomprehensible numerology, counting the yin and yang all my life, drawing candles on the inkstone, lighting the lights, not seeing homesickness, I want to paddle by boat, and gradually stopped at his side, leaving the misty rain outside the small town where the Zen hall is bleak and blurred. You can see the avoidance in the spell from the handwriting on the tortoise shell. The bleak and blurred wind woke peaches and plums outside the town. I sigh that I am lonely in this life, and I only hope that I will be happy and clumsy after crossing the border. I will be the embodiment of myself in ink painting. I will accompany you on the ferry. Word: Wild Goose Knows Autumn Song: Lou Edited: Easy to stabilize later stage, brain weight 100 kg. The west wind blows at night, the ancient road, the horse sleeps lazily, the attic is full, and the sound is broken, causing melancholy. Nostalgia aside, I slowly walked back to the time and picked up the encounter of that year. The yellow flowers outside the column can't bloom lightly. Whose hand did you shake, and I only took a gourd ladle for you? His head turned white at the edge of the narrow old road. The fleeting time is wrinkled by the wind, whose hand have you held, and I am thin with the years. Whose is the ancient temple in the Spring and Autumn Period? Muyu's voice suddenly burst into tears and filled his sleeves. At the end of misty rain, who floated outside the sky, several fireworks stood behind me. The lantern outside the inn was waiting for me. I cut the candle for you and waited in Sanskrit all night. Holding several volumes of scriptures in his hand, he couldn't understand the ancient Buddha. I poured a new tune to relieve my sadness, but I played one sadness after another. Whose hand did you hold? I only took a ladle for you. His head is flying in the sky. The story of whose hand you held gradually decays and grows old, waiting for my thoughts to lie at the intersection of bluestone slabs. I walked slowly but dared not look back at Lin 'an to recall the sunset. I fold the willow and pass by your expectation in previous lives, and a cinnabar gently for you. The breeze outside the eaves surprised a pool of peach blossoms, and a bleak picture scroll was embroidered under the lamp of the girl in the west window. Who is lamenting that the fragrance of tea has fallen for thousands of years? Sir, make a pot and speak slowly. I pushed away the clouds and saw Lin 'an again, but I didn't see you clearly. After Qian Fan crossed the railing, the story gradually covered the green slate. How many nights have you been waiting for the broken bridge by Xizi Lake with that oil-paper umbrella? Fireworks bloom all over March, but they can't bloom all over the lake shore. I will find all the lights for you. I'll give you a rhyme of Alin, An Song, and I'll sing you some Jiuqing songs. I filled the passenger ship with homesickness at the ferry, and then you disappeared into the misty rain. The breeze outside the eaves surprised a pool of peach blossoms, and a bleak picture scroll was embroidered under the lamp of the girl in the west window. Who is lamenting that the fragrance of tea has fallen for thousands of years? Sir, make a pot and speak slowly. I pushed away the clouds and saw Lin 'an again, but I didn't see you clearly. After Qian Fan crossed the railing, the story gradually covered the green slate. How many nights have you been waiting for the broken bridge by Xizi Lake with that oil-paper umbrella? Fireworks bloom all over March, but they can't bloom all over the lake shore. I will find all the lights for you. What paragraph did Mr. Paper Fan in a gown say? Blood-stained and loyal heroes spread all over the country. The pounding of horses' hooves has faded away and faded away in a blink of an eye. Xiangsi Monument Composer: Seven-string Lyrics: Guo Yan Arranged: Wan Xuanyan's Late Stage: Brain Hundred Jin Singing: Seven-string sunset and sunset flowing water, Yuanyang sleeps in Anhu Lake, spending the last month, looking at the horizon with childhood sweetheart, who are you infatuated with? The grass is green and one year old, and the acacia tactic is written on rice paper with no regrets. How does the melancholy of the past fade away? Xie Luan combed the mirror and the west wind blew the leaves. The moon is beautiful in front of the window, and my back is facing north. I lock my eyebrows and lean on the wet end of tears. The past is reduced to ashes, and the perfect Chu heart is broken and left out in the boudoir. I have developed a piece of acacia for you, just like water falling out of the flower. Boil a glass of wine under the snuggling pavilion, whose tears burned, and opened a acacia monument for you. The ending is a beautiful case, and we are waiting for a person who doesn't belong to Wutong in the women's hospital of Heibai Alley. That's the vicissitudes of grandpa's grandfather. The mother magpie landed leisurely on the branch, singing like an old woman. The cabin has passed through. I still remember the pumpkin soup cooked by my grandmother. Mr. Man shook his head at school, and the person in power has always been good at the men's chapter of San Zi Jing. We read aloud with the sound. The mottled remnants of the men's memorial archway are gone. The hotels in the street are crowded with people. Who is clamoring to come? The moonlight in the dreams of two women permeates the alley where they go home. Women cling to those times, and you are no longer with me. The man splashed ink on three thousands of feet, which can only be turned into black and white. Natalie men's mouths are full of ancient moonlight women. Our dog is lying on the old roadside in the sun. I squinted and wondered what the other side of the sky looked like. Why do girls still have shallow sadness written on their faces? The naive girl put on new flowery clothes. The moonlight in the girl's dream filled the alley where she went home. That girl caught those days, but you are no longer with me. The man splashed ink on three thousands of feet, which can only be turned into black and white. The big water tank contains the old moonlight, and the moonlight in my dream fills the alley where I go home. I put my memories on the pillow to accompany her. You take a trip to Hoo~ the story wanders with my melodious piano sound, and whose humming ditty still echoes in Qingshi Lane, turning and disappearing into the misty water. Singing: Shao Siming/Han Xiaoxi Lyrics: Shuixinsha Composer: Shao Siming Arranged: Gray Plain Poor Mix: Water Town Poor Wind, Rattan and Bamboo Melodious, Chords Sleeping. Who is humming? The It in the ancient town is engraved with who was injured yesterday. Swallows pecked at the small window and scattered branches. It is the fragrance of summer: the fragrance is quiet. Yesterday, the yellow embroidery on the bridge left time for it to fly, but the shade was still very few: at that time, you had a blue shirt and a red skirt to throw colorful embroidery. Han: Then you can go down to the window and stab the magnificent scenery. At this time, the young man's head is not white. Han: Walking into the downtown area, the wind blows willows and bamboos, and flowers are full of sleeves. At night, the red candle missed the window and pierced the splendid scenery. The noisy streets left an old dream of waiting for the water town, like the old man: the elegance of the ancient town of water town in the wind has been forgotten for thousands of years. Han: the stone steps are long and few; The shadow is shaking. Han: There are few mottled walls; The makeup is half plain. Han: Who is watching quietly? There are sleeves on the balcony. There is little yellowing in the past memory of this town. At that time, you had a blue shirt and a red skirt. Han: At that time, you stabbed the magnificent scenery outside the window. At that time, you were no longer white. Han: Walking into the noisy street. The wind blows willows, bamboos and bamboos, and the gentle dream of my hometown is as old as before: the string of three street lamps blurs the figure, and the poem is two lines. In the past, I seem to have forgotten to look at the people coming and going in the town: the wind is light, the water is shaking, the people at the bridge are bustling and melodious, and I have forgotten the words. People under the bridge looked at each other, and the noisy streets warmed old thoughts, wrinkles and memories. The lingering fragrance of summer's love singing: Shao Siming's lyrics: Lin Yan's composition: Shao Siming's arrangement: Wan Xuan's strict mixing: you pretend to meet at the street corner in the afternoon. Coincidentally, I tried to suppress my heartbeat, but I was afraid that you would find the sun shining through the corner of the piano room. You played a tune gracefully. I prayed with notes and wrote a simple and subtle song, which made us meet but lacked the noise of seeing you and her. Laughing together, missing love floats like a feather, but I can't catch the melody. I missed the leading role and never dared to let you know the beauty buried in my heart. The chocolate you sent became a signal. Why did I panic and push it away? I prayed with tears and lost my smile. Seeing that she is still coquetry in your arms, the missing love floats around like a feather, but I can't grasp the time. Time let us meet, but lost the noise. Seeing you laughing with her, the missing love floats around like a feather. If you can't catch up with the time, you will stop in the unfinished period ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Who sent the moon blue to the back alley to bring back the fishing fire and fish? Who sent the moon blue to the back alley to bring back the fishing fire and fish? Who sent the moon blue to the back alley to bring back the fishing fire and fish? Pass on ancient incense, light smoke, light smoke, light wrong shadow, pity you to cross the bridge, pity you to cross the bridge. You pity the lonely shadow, you sigh at the end of the road, sigh at the end of the road, and look forward to the long warmth. Singing: Shao Siming/Liu Xuan Lyrics: Liu Xuan Composer: Liu Xuan Arranger: Late Liu Xuan: Leng Yue silently misses your smile, misses your good thoughts, forgets all your sorrows, and is willing to spend more time listening to each other's heartbeats. Occasionally, please don't worry, don't mess around. I will always be there for you to share and rely on. Although the world is big, my love is not small, guarding all this happiness and beauty for you. Can we have more time to believe that you are my tenderness? We agreed that no one should go first. Can we have more happiness? We swore to each other that we would never be afraid again. This is a sign of our common happiness. If we are upset, occasionally, please don't worry and don't be ridiculous. I will always be there for you to share and rely on. Although the world is big, my love is not small, guarding all this happiness and beauty for you. Do we need more time to believe that you are my tenderness? We agreed that no one should go first. Can we be happier? We swore to each other that we would never be afraid again. This is a sign of our common happiness. Singing: Little Secretary's Lyrics: Wild Goose Knowing Autumn; Composer: Little Secretary's Arrangement: Late Hu Gui: Hu Gui's Youfeng Bamboo Winding Path, Hidden Doors, Smoke Locks and Fog Pavilion. I can't see the story of lofty sentiments on the cliff clearly. When he left Chibi calligraphy, he went down in history. Where did you swim across the river in a canoe at dusk? I dreamed back to the previous stage with Du Kang's little drunken hut. I have been waiting for a long time to see who is the flag of Dongfeng and who is the owner. Shu Wei, a loyal hand, has a thousand years of heroism. Unfortunately, the vegetation in Dongshui has not withered in a year. You have become a nostalgic person. I'll just cook a pot for you. Your writing style has become a page in history. The background is gradually blurred. A song is retro. I am immature. Who is waiting for a glass of wine to let the soldiers go? Singing: Shao Siming wrote lyrics: Fireworks Waterfall Composer: Shao Siming arranged music: Late Hu Bugui: Hu Bugui used sword shadow. In exchange for a yellow robe, I looked at the frosty leaves falling outside the window, and my eyes stung and hesitated. The moonlight is deeper in autumn. I wonder how people can sit still and sigh a wisp of white hair into a lute string, which pops up fate. In the first year of Gander, my fingertips were stained with dust. I wrote down the wine that burned my throat forever. What a mystery was hidden in the song and dance. Even if I controlled the world, I still couldn't let my soul rest in peace and look at the blazing blade. A past burning in my eyes, I just control the soldiers, I don't want to see you again. In order to get through those withered rings in anxiety and turn the years into palm prints, this chess game will win or lose. Seriously, thousands of flowers will be born. At dusk, one night in the wind tower, listening to the dream of the rain lamp swaying, the smoke gradually dispersed and the pipa strings bounced. In the first year of Gander's dusty history, I wrote the cool and eternal wine with my fingertips. Even if I control the world, I still can't let the rest blood of my soul turn into ink in the pillow. Who can count only one? You will know that in the secular world, the future of bad luck will be discussed through the ages, and heroes are just the sound of oars and sails in the fog outside the city. If you have a rough life, you will win or lose this game. Seriously, flowers will fall in love. At dusk, the small building listened to the rain, the lights shook the dreams, the smoke gradually dispersed, and the wisps returned to the dust palace. Singing: Shao Siming's lyrics: Qingshui Qiuxiang's composition: Shao Siming's arrangement: Poor Grey's Late Stage: Poor Grey MV: Emino went to the festival feast to drink your makeup and face carefully, but he didn't want to see who was dancing in the flowers and the moon. Elegant steps are just to meet someone's face. The headquarters has its own myriad customs and picturesque scenery, and it is easy to get lost in a place. It is said that the harem beauties have worked hard, but when they make a living, they can still live in the fog and let them not waste their time. This tenderness is painstaking. They pretend that they have no intention of making a person your bosom friend, but there are many eyes full of pity. Then why do they expect a person to be arrogant? Some people are enthusiastic, but it is easy to disappoint those who care. Outside the passers-by palace in Xiao Lang, they are vain and angry. Sighing that the old world hates the world of mortals, the harem beauties have done their best, but they can still make a living in the clouds after losing weight, trip worthwhile. This tenderness is painstaking, and they pretend that they have no intention of making a person your confidant. However, there are many eyes to pity and understand the situation. Why do they expect popular singing in the north? Lyrics by Shao Siming /A- Li Lina: Qingshui Qiuxiang Composed by Shao Siming Arranged by Shao Siming: Late Poverty in the Grey Plains: Poverty Poster in the Grey Plains: Qinghai Grassland. At that time, it was windy on the shore, and he also paid homage to Yingjie and sprinkled the spirit; At that time, I climbed a tall building and photographed railings all over China. Clear autumn is like a journey of youth at that time. Go to the frontier together less and fight between the two places; Even the lights are on, and no one sings this song. Don't recruit people, one paper is unsafe; An old friend should be like me with a pillow waiting for him. Less flags are whispering in the wind, and battle songs are lonely. Don't go to the sky, save the remote line, and the soldiers wear blue robes. Yesterday's dream, today's Jin Ge becomes a horse step, and the noise still disturbs Li, and there is still a layer of snow on our bow and sword. Under the snow, the bones sleep and the frost shines on the grass, and there are few words on the paper. Elegy is not as good as leaving people to mourn and sprinkling wine to offer friends. Although bosom friends show that the remains of Shao Jun have rusted, they will still be passed on. Don't ask me if I'm sad, because there's a pact between life and death-"When I was born, I held a sword across the autumn, but I didn't die full of skulls". In the spring, Dan Xin split the two eventful events of life and death, and the writer's blood was praised. Feeling the legacy of the monarch, the poem becomes several outstanding. Sally didn't become a dream of home and country, but she didn't regret being a lifelong confidant. A promise is as good as a promise, and ambition is not rewarded. Flags even rustle in the wind, and battle songs are lonely. Don't go to the sky, save the remote line, and the soldiers wear blue robes. In the past dreams, the sound of horses' hooves in the Golden Pavilion was shocking and noisy, and this noise still interfered with our bows and swords. Under the snow, the bones sleep and the frost shines on the grass, and there are few words on the paper. Elegy is not as good as leaving people to mourn and sprinkling wine to offer friends. The bosom friend's intention is clear and bright. She will return to the boat alone, and the wind will stop and the clouds will fall. The ghost doctor sings: Shao Siming /A- Li Lina Erhu: GG playing cotton lyrics/copywriting: Qingshui Qiuxiang composing: Shao Siming arranging/later: Ashwara's poor copywriting Many years ago, someone asked me that doctors can cure people's pain, but not their souls. Can't he? Then I'll treat you-I'll come before I die. Peep into the soul from your wound, repair the deformity and eliminate the pain. Don't drink the water of forgetting Sichuan, then let go of the love and hate in this life. The lyrics are missing the faint fragrance of fragrant grass, hiding the green light, collecting the golden flowers in the box, and the door is half closed. It is expected that patients will visit the day before yesterday. Now I wonder how many people have crossed the Naihe Bridge? I don't know whether it is dusk or dusk, don't ask the clothes door. I come and go alone. Well-behaved game-writing protocol, turbid and clear, the pulse of pulse diagnosis fluctuates, and how much hatred there is is is silent. Lily: I touched the golden needle, spied on human feelings, got scars inch by inch, and told a long-standing rumor. Meridian winding, full of secular love and hate; The blood is still there, and the temperature of the world is still there. Broken soul, I forgive the dust of the past, the body of the ghost doctor, and return your flawless soul. Everyone has never been hurt, never been hated, lived a round and returned to nature. It is not allowed to save the world, let alone rejuvenate, but this is the last journey before reincarnation. If you are afraid of debt, why not treat it as a dream and meet you in the afterlife after waking up? I touched the lily and felt a little human. The scar was inch by inch. This is a long-standing rumor. Meridian winding, mortal love and hate; The blood is still there, and the temperature of the world is still there. Broken soul, forgive the dust of the past, ghost doctor's body, flawless soul. Everyone has had it once, without hurting or complaining, with a round of ups and downs, with the mark of hatred, and I, touching the golden lily, spy on human feelings, inch by inch scarred, telling a long-standing rumor. Meridian winding, full of secular love and hate; The blood is still there, and the temperature of the world is still there. Broken soul, I forgive the dust of the past, the body of the ghost doctor, and return your flawless soul. Everyone has never been hurt, never been hated, lived a round and returned to nature.