Life is full of love and passion, and romance has nothing to do with it. As for the flowers in the west chamber, peonies, wind and moon, why do you think so evilly? I only miss the beauty, smiling in the world of mortals, coming here with her harp in her arms, and then leaving after being exhausted, laughing thirty thousand times drunkenly, without complaining about the sorrow of separation. Alas, it's time for me, I'm wearing white clothes and blue shirt, and I'm spending my time in poetry and wine. If your love remains in this world, why should you be afraid of thousands of changes?
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