A famous sword is like a beautiful woman, no matter how hidden it is, it will be found. The sword body is as green as bamboo, but there is a wisp of white marks on the interruption, like an ominous longing - the tear mark. It is such a light and narrow dagger, it dances and is about to fly, but it cannot break free from the ice rope on the hilt.
I wanted to fly but couldn't, so I shed tears.
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