Still waters run deep; the sound of the zither accompanies the song. When all the splendor has faded, you are still as you were.
They say the flower's beauty charms the halls, but alas, love has nothing to do with romance.
There's no need to speak of parting sorrow. I'll stay and drink with you, laughing, for thirty thousand rounds.
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