"Tomb Robbers Notes" Black Flower fan.
The road is long and long to reach my hometown
It's a poem that people can never finish
I compose the music of joy and sorrow and play it for you
Only then do I lament what it means to be unable to control oneself
The moonlight often shines on my hometown
I am the fish put back into the pond
Thinking of the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me
This memory ends there
These years are still passing by quietly
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