When the fog leaves the mountain, it does not leave the stone. Once you enter the mist, life and death are difficult to decide. Wuli? Don't leave? Who said that.
Nimeng, because of you, I have lived for 400 years.
I spent 400 years getting to know you and half of that time loving you, only to lose you within a year.
I know I am not qualified to say loss, you were never mine.
I obey whatever you say or command.
I am willing to abandon myself to your request.
See clearly, I am to you, you are to me, I can watch you from behind, guard you, even if it rots, I don't want you to know about it, and I won't embarrass you.
Because you are my benefactor, a benefactor who cannot repay his kindness.
So, use me to make you forget about him.
I would rather hold my rotting body than let you know the truth.
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