Don't look at the world of mortals and the foggy river,
The clouds in the screen window look like white brocade.
The shorter the period of your care for the country, the more prosperous the city will be, the more peaceful it will be.
Who is whispering in my ears? The innocence of that day was slashed away with a sword, leaving only sadness.
The years are vast and do not stop. The final farewell is just speechless.
It's hard to break one's heart. --Suqing
The armored clouds and silks are endless,
The rain of blood is all over the empty city.
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