Where the Dream Ends is Where the Dream Begins

About This Novel

We all have shortcomings, So help each other a little bit. We all have flaws, So be tolerant of each other. We all have strengths, So appreciate each other a little bit. We all have weaknesses, So encourage each other a little bit. We all have difficulties, So be responsible for each other. We are all confused, So remind each other a little bit. We all have personalities, So be humble to each other. We all have differences, So accept each other a little bit. We all have sadness, So comfort each other. We all have happiness, So share a little bit with each other. , Setting sun, autumn rain, deep mountain silence, use my three lives of fireworks to exchange for your lifetime of confusion. I am still young, and my time is spent. Who made the strings break, the flowers fall on my shoulders, and I am confused. So many beautiful faces, so many lovesickness, only the blood is stained with ink and fragrance, and we cry in the grave. Let him be pure in everything, and fall into reincarnation with a smile for you. I send you a song, no matter how many people gather at the end of the song. Who said that the smoke will burn away, and the ties of vertical and horizontal relationships will be scattered. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches, and my heart is happy for you, but you don't know it. In the past, there were high-rise buildings that sang in the morning and played in the night, and on them there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the country and the city. Waiting for the floating waves to grow. Years later, the boat has passed the Ten Thousand Mountains, the light is easy to turn, and the floating life has come to an end. There is something that cannot be forgotten. Peach leaves are connected to peach leaves, and peach trees are connected to peach roots. Compassion for these two pleasures only makes me diligent. Peach leaves recombine with peach leaves, and there is no need for thorns to cross the river. But there is no suffering, I welcome you to get what you love and not get it. Before it blooms, it withers. The remaining red leaves behind me are flying like rain, mourning for whom my unfinished love remains. Because we are walking on the same road.

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