The blue frost sets over Yan Zipo, and the purple clouds and auspicious moonlight Bay. The soul of lovesickness clings to the tears of lovesickness, but it is difficult to hold the magpie bridge to the matchmaker. It's not that the heartless hurts the sentimental, but the relationship is broken and the flowers break. The smoke of the twelfth lunar month is dark in the ice-cold cave, and the skirt dances in the sky and the pain burns to tears.
I thought I could grow old with you, but I never thought I would miss you forever...
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