Who among all the sentient beings looks back at you and will never forget it?
Whose hand in the world of mortals makes you care about you and can't let go?
Whose smile are you risking your life for in the wind?
Whose smile did you do for that made the world fall?
The blood-stained sky is no match for the cinnabar between her eyebrows
No amount of pain can match the tenderness in his eyes
The white-headed promise is still ringing in my ears
But now, the flowers are still there and people are single
Only the storyteller sighed softly, and then started from the beginning
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