The peonies are redder than last year. I regret that my beloved is not smiling like yesterday. I can look at the fallen flowers side by side without guessing.
He and she met in this city and became attached to this city.
He and she fell in love because of fate, and killed each other because of human hearts.
In this city called Jiangnan, just because of that shocking sight, the ground becomes a prison, making people fall in love with each other in the rivers and lakes, and forget each other in the rivers and lakes.
Recalling the south of the Yangtze River, horseshoes trample on the flowers and get drunk. Everyone gets drunk even if the wine is not intoxicating. I miss you when you were young, you danced your sword and I picked up flowers, and the flowers flew all over the sky.
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