People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, the moon waxes and wanes, joys and sorrows are always ruthless.
How many people hope that the flowers will bloom and the moon will be full, but the flowers have faded and the moon is missing...
Which thought can be immortal, whether it is Nirvana or eternal love.
I stared at your face in the next life by the Santu River.
How much separation can ignite the flame of the sycamore branch?
How many five hundred years have I walked in this world?
"This is our ending..."
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"Why..."
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"If I had known this, why did I do it in the first place? I hurt others and myself."
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