The legend is too far away, so far away that no one can know the true face of the legend. However, the more illusory something is, the more people are willing to believe it.
The begonia shakes in the spring light, and the warm swallow holds the wet mud.
The setting sun is shining like yesterday.
Weeping beads are lost in the sea, and they will never come back.
He who was already dead seemed to be reunited in a dream.
A boudoir's daughter and a Taoist whose heart is still unfulfilled... [Holy shit, what a bastard!
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