Zuihuayin
Wutong whispers the softest rhyme. Frost sword energy is hard to repay. How can I throw away the meaning of the lofty clouds and the flying dust in the sea? I don't know the sorrow of separation.
Tan Jing looked back coldly. It's hard to recall old travels. The water and the sky were once the same color, just like standing in front of a bucket of bottles, looking at each other with envy of white gulls.
A lot of things happened after that, but those times seemed to overlap, and I don't know them clearly anyway. It was like the me at that time, and the me later. I believe that I have never changed, but I can't find the state of mind back then. It's like I have always existed, but never existed. I raised my eyes and saw the blurred light spots leaking from the edge of the window. They were jumping, but I didn't know that the next moment, they might disappear and be no longer traceable.
What you see is hope, what you guard is faith, but what you hear may be just an echo.
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