The past is like dust, it will be scattered as soon as it is blown away. The past is like smoke, and the early sun evaporates. The past is like snow, floating in the air. In this world, I miss everything. The anger in my heart is just an empty dream. Look at that scene of spring flowers and autumn moon, but life is like a play, and people are made of green clothes. I am Qingyi, miserable Qingyi. My life has been arranged by the script. How can I be vigorous? How can it be as light as the green lantern in the Buddhist temple. I wanted to fish and be free. Those few seconds of memory gave them the happiest mood. Don't worry about the world. Don't worry about anything.
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