Who sheds a piece of exquisite history, who spends all his life
Who can I replace by burying my exquisite heart?? The peach blossoms will be burned
I only hope that all the prosperity in this life will be lost and the years will bloom in strangers
Thousands of miles of mortal world sigh, all the flowers have withered, and the black hair has turned into white hair
Laughing drunkenly drinking from the cold spring, dancing in the world of mortals, clearing the sorrow, where is the end?
Looking back at Mu Yu, I miss you thousands of miles away. Under the shadow of the sword, I almost feel like crying.
Dyeing spring green and another river of autumn flowers are still worried about me in my dreams, and listen to the gentle wind
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