You still don't know. You have no choice but to break the strings.
Do you have memories in your heart? My love lingers in front of the plum forest.
A pillow of yellow beams, sleeves dyed red with tears. Carved railings and jade bricks change the beauty.
Facing the cold moon, tears rain down
Looking at the garden full of fragrant grass and lonely face,
Dancing my sleeves in the breeze, my old friend is far away.
You don't know your heart, and the past can never be repeated.
Your heart may have memories, but the wind blows away the fleeting years.
"One shadow reflects one and a half, and the charm of two forests dyes two nests of swallows."
That spring, dressed in red under the bodhi tree, he spoke with emotion.
"If the love in this world comes to an end, I would rather sleep with flowers with a broken heart."
Another year, under the bodhi tree, he screamed at the top of his lungs, and two lines of clear tears fell down his cheeks.
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