Living in the City as the Grim Reaper

I still like you very much, like the wind that has traveled eight hundred miles, regardless of the date of return, like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night, I still like you very much, like the clouds drifting for ninety thousand miles, never resting, I still like you very much, like the stars smashing towards the earth, until death. I still like you very much, like the sun shining all over the world, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart, soft and refreshing. I still like you very much, like rain and wine falling in the tropics and polar regions. Even after thousands of miles away, I still like you very much. Like a whale sinking in the bottom of the sea. Breathing softly. , I am so crazy and angry, I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have been waiting for for many years, I still like you very much, like a whale starving for oxygen in the deep sea of 6,400 meters, I still like you very much, like the subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, I still like you very much. I like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself, I still like you very much, like clouds drifting ninety thousand miles, never resting, I still like you very much, like the sun rising and setting, no matter day or night, I still like you very much, like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years, without complaining. I still like you very much. I still like you very much. I still like you very much. I still like you very much. I still like you very much. I still like you very much. I still like you very much. I still like you very much. 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I don't know why I still like you, like Noisy secret, even if I say a thousand words, I still like you very much, like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again, I still like you very much, like the sun and the moon taking turns, regardless of morning and evening, I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit I still like you very much. I like you, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, neon blur, I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind, rolling into mud, I still like you very much, like the raindrops falling on the green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed, I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into the eyes, - - Eyes thousands of miles away, I still like you very much, like the last stroke of Mr. Chai Tou Feng, I still like you very much after longing for you, like the red curtain on a spring night, I still like you very much, I still fear that I still like you very much when I think of you, like the bumps and convexities that catch the torrential rain, and I still like you very much when it enters the channel, like the clouds and smoke turning into a shower of silk, all the tenderness and violence are gone. You, I still like you very much, like a monk who has been wandering for too long, I still like you very much after all the difficulties, like the green leaves in spring and the sunshine in summer, even though they are not as good as you, I still like you very much, like thousands of piles of snow rolling up on the cliff, like the night, I still like you very much, like the sky full of meteors falling to the ground, the fireworks are wanton, I still like you very much, like the waves - -Hug the reef again and again, try my best, I still like you very much, like a fish returning to its homeland along the ocean current, I still like you very much when we meet by chance, like the whisper wrapped in the ear by the wind, my heart beats so much, I still like you very much, like a child learning to speak, even if I can't express myself in words, I still like you very much, like in the rain Zigui's chirping, I might as well go back. I still like you very much. Like the uncontrollable murmurs in a dream. It's all about you. I still like you very much. It's like dressing up and waiting for a ten-year holiday. I don't know the love. So I still like you very much. Like longing passing by like a river. Non-stop. I still like you very much. Like a cliff changing. A whole forest has regenerated from the flat ground. I still like you very much when you are in the shade of the trees, like yellow flowers piled all over the ground. I still like you very much when I am an old friend from thousands of miles away. It is like a lump in my throat, and I still like you very much. Like the sea changes into a mulberry field, and the stars change. I still like you very much, like the yellowed bridge in the old story. Half-deaf and half-dumb, I have lost my voice, I still like you very much, like the stars playing in the dark night for billions of years, I still like you very much without complaining, like the old opera in the old city, I still like you very much with gentle words, like the overlord saying goodbye to Yu Ji, I still like you very much even if the situation has to be forced, like the lonely star falling on the moon, I can't bear to abandon you. I still like you very much, like a quiet pear blossom, drifting away in the wind. I still like you very much, like red beans dim and lovesick. I still like you very much, like a spring swallow shears the rain, regardless of the wet clothes. I still like you very much, like the sand rising in the desert, no one asks me about it, like the rain falling on the lake, the heart-stopping friendship, the silent silence of Liao, I still like you very much, like the wine hidden in the winding alleys, the hidden feelings, I still like you very much, like the sound of music in the heart, like the palace businessman Zhengyu. I still like you very much, just like the ancient green lantern Buddha in Shaolin Temple, I don't want to cross myself. I still like you very much, like a deer hiding in the deep forest standing alone, timid and looking forward to the end. I still like you very much, as obsessed as drinking poison to quench my thirst. No medicine can cure it. I still like you very much, like rain falling 70,000 meters from the sky, not afraid of turning into mud. I still like you very much, like the sunshine all over the city and the spring breeze ten miles away. I still like you very much, like a mulberry tree moving across the sea or a bridge planting in the north, out of season. I still like you very much, like a soldier riding alone, with enemies in all directions. I still like you very much. Du Ruo is old and defeated by Cha Mi. I still like you very much, just like the dead grass burns out and the wind rises again last night. I still like you very much, like a hermit drinking in the mist of the mountains and getting drunk with the afterglow at night, and my mood is as clean as a ray. I still like you very much, like a worm shaking a tree without overestimating its own abilities. I still like you very much, like a dream demon falling into a boundless dream, sleeping deeply and unable to wake up. I still like you very much, like sand that falls into my eyes by mistake, and my tears fall like rain. I still like you very much, just like year after year, the weeds are meandering all over the mountains. I still like you very much, like a roc that rides on the wind for ninety thousand miles, and cannot rest on a tree. I still like you very much, just like grinding and dyeing plain clothes, enjoying the fragrance. I still like you very much, just like Jiuqing Shenglan, the heart is still in love, the west city sings and sings, the brocade lingers and the phoenix breathes. I still like you very much, like a silkworm willing to reel silk, regardless of life or death. I still like you very much, like the spring breeze ten miles away, not as good as you. I still like you very much, even if we never meet again in this life. To put it simply, I am experienced in water.

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