A jade ring, and now I can no longer see the lover from this life clearly.
An empty realm, a tangled affair: have I forgotten someone else, or myself?
In the end, they remain together, though neither knows whether it is an incomplete ending or a perfect one. No joy, no sorrow, only quiet companionship.
Whose calamity is this life? The bamboo leaves darken, the peach blossoms scatter, and the winter plum blossoms fall.
A feeling that begins with strangers, grows into friendship, and ends as family. It is not love, yet in the end, it is impossible to let go.
Whom have I wronged, whom have I forgotten, whom have I forgiven?
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