We met each other in the wind, when the apricot blossoms were sparse and in full bloom. It seems that last night, the stars were as bright as your eyes. Now, things have changed and people have changed, and the flowers have fallen away. This fleeting dream began silently and disappeared without a trace. The years are like green, the tung leaves are flying, this encounter and separation, only a few years of light and shadow, the long and cold night, the lingering hatred
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