Wandering in other people's stories, my heart is tied. Besieging a city in the heart, immersed in endless imagination, the sky and the earth are eclipsed. It's a dream to wake up, but it's just a dream. The prosperity is still there, but unlike in the past, things have changed. Looking back on the past, there is always a passion that reaches the boiling point, but it only surges in that misty reverie. Open your eyes, thousands of years later, the flowers are blooming and the moon is full, so I remember the past, look into the future, look forward to that encounter, and pray for that lifetime.
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