The sky is clear and the clouds are flowing, and the silver is dancing on the bamboo. He opened his eyes among three thousand flowers, and his cold and majestic face suddenly smiled.
At that moment, everything was still, but he was still alive. He stood on the other side of the sea of flowers and said softly, "Naraku, go home."
The wind blows and the flowers float. Three roads and three sides, Taoyuan River of Forgetfulness, far away to the horizon, infinite lovesickness, finally complete, nothing could be better.
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