The Spring and Autumn Period has not yet fallen, the clouds are wandering on strange roads, and the mountains and rivers of three thousand miles can be lamented
In the ups and downs of the world, who betrayed whom?
Who is it, sighing in whose ear?
Even if the prosperity is gone and the blood flows like a river, I will never leave?
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The world is so big that there is no place for me!
Everyone in the world has failed you, but you still have me.