Introducing songs and roaring in the floating clouds, the sword tests the world, and the white clothes are dyed with frost.
Back then, when I was beautiful under the shade of drunken flowers, the water chestnuts shed tears of cinnabar.
I still remember the prosperity in the song and the fireworks in the dream, no matter who is wrong to worry about it.
Walking through the world of mortals, things are different and people are different.
The hurt you gave me back then has now been healed, and those past events have gradually faded away in my heart.
However, the blood stains on my forehead from your tears have turned into cinnabar and will be difficult to erase in this life.
Many years later, although I no longer remember you, I still feel sad every time I see you.
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