There are three thousand weak waters in the world of mortals, but I can only drink from one ladle.
I just remembered that we have been together day and night since we were young, but we didn't have any tokens of each other. The peach blossoms I gave you have turned into dust, and the silk paper you gave me has been melted.
It's like we've never known each other before, just a dream
A short article I wrote a long time ago, BE
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