A breeze blows the corners of whose clothes?
Smiling slightly, for whom today,
Small house, why was it built?
The cinnabar between the eyebrows is bad or good,
Did the original vow come into effect?
The burning sword of loneliness is doomed to the dusty sky,
The ties in my heart turned into mist,
No matter what the ending is, only a smile remains.
Intention:
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