Peacock flies southeast
Fly to the end of the world and never come back
All kinds of love, all kinds of tenderness, lovesickness turned to ashes
heartbroken
The sound of autumn is particularly sad
If heaven is not as expected
I am willing to accompany you in life and death
Up and down the river the setting sun shines and everything hangs low
When love is deep
What kind of parting is not sad?
When and where will we meet in this infatuated pursuit of water?
I want lovers to drink from the same river together
Are there heart-broken tears inside the tenderness outside the world of mortals?
But seek sincerity so that you have nothing to fear or regret in this life
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