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The prosperous things disperse the fragrance, the flowing water is ruthless and the grass springs from spring
The so-called seeing through the world of mortals, tapping the wooden fish in the shower, not caring about worldly affairs, opening one's eyes only to see candlelight burning, the world of mortals is nothing more than a heartbeat.
I don't blame you for not being here on this day of my heartache.
Playing an elegy, frightened the crows away, folded the Manzhu Shahua, and the sand on the grave began to melt,
That person is still there with a halo-like elegance,
No touch, no feeling, no regard, no intention, whispering: When will you come home with me...