"Do you love me?"
"Don't love"
"Then why marry me?"
"Because of hate"
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They all only know that the red sleeves are fragrant under the moon in Chang'an, but they don't understand that the flowers are easy to see and hard to find when they are in bloom.
However, I miss you and remember each other for so long. I am destined to spend my whole life worshiping your dream of prosperity.
Thousands of sails have passed, but you are still separated by the clouds.
Whose wind, flowers, snow and moon are the flowing clouds in the sleeves? With a wave of clear air, they dissipate into the dream of the river.
Even though there are thousands of rivers and mountains, who has ever reflected my eyes.
Three thousand prosperity will end in vain. Those who say love have never loved, and those who say hate have never hated.