In this dim sky, sparse fallen leaves are floating, and what is flying around is the frosted sand.
Have you ever remembered the unrestrained feeling of being wild and unrestrained, and have you ever thought of the unparalleled happiness?
Calm, like the falling leaves. Magnanimous, like this stream that never returns.
It turns out that life is a matter of course, and death means peace. Come and go in a hurry, the wind and snow dance lightly, the soul has an idea, falling into the catkins...
Surrounding the sky, looking at thousands of towers, turning low and soaring, rising lightly;
Qiu Tianyu, abandoned the evil companions, started suddenly, passed away empty.
Flowing clouds and flying words, a flash of love, tears on the face, empty and sad. Huansuo Mengzhi, Xiao rises again...
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