Thousands of favors, golden palaces, golden soup and jade spoons have long become illusions and glitz. Thousands of honors and favors, youth and childhood sweethearts, everything is just a fleeting glimpse.
From one prison to another, my heart is no longer clear.
The courtyard is deep, the gates rise and fall, and there are many dark waves hidden under the peaceful atmosphere.
I want to wait until the end of the song to search for it, but things have changed and people have changed. I play the song again, and my breasts are wet with tears.
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