An old friend opens the window in a dream, waiting quietly for someone to return along the road.
The pavilion by the long road, the flowing water, the bustling songs and music: all leave the old colors behind. A swift horse rides through the wind, searching for flowers in the snow, trading the past for something new.
A love that lasts a lifetime, a blue robe that seems so familiar. Yet even eternal life cannot bring us together again. Shattered like colored glass, my heart has nowhere to return.
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I seem to have forgotten to leave a book review. Come and leave one. I remember some of the stories in it were very touching. I made a bowl of soup with my bones and handed it to you to extend your life. Inexplicably sad It's a good little story, why is there no one there?