I have the face of Murong, but I am speechless when I open my mouth.
I stand on the top of the mountain in the east, and the kite cannot fly in the fleeting time.
I live in a palace in Nangong, but the high walls bury the light.
I crossed the threshold of the west gate, looking for the lost time.
I came to the front of Beitang, determined to make some changes.
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In fact, what I really want to write is this copy~ Haha!