Once entering the palace, the door of the palace is locked, and the locks in the palace are so deep that people shed tears.
Flowers bloom and fail, even if they are destined, they can only have a deep love and a shallow relationship.
A dream brings back the old city, old people, and old times.
But it's just an old dream.
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Hibiscus is like a face and willows are like eyebrows, how can I not shed tears about this.
When I say goodbye, I send my words again diligently. The words are written with an oath that two hearts know each other.
On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, and a twig on earth.
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.