The tide comes and goes, overturning the love that lasts for many years
Compose poems on the horizontal rails and hold wine on the railings yesterday
Memories emerge. Thousands of miles from Jiangling to heaven and earth, there was an instant
If we had held hands together and held the moon till the end, would it have lasted forever?
Forget the love, bury the heartache, you are finally gone
Just a dream of spring flowers and autumn, suddenly looking back, full of longing
——by "Hangshou"
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