One sighed at the intense love and the desolate moonlight; the other sighed at the light fluttering of the red gauze curtain.
Three sighs of rivers and lakes, the plain paper grows frost, four sighs of fate, the grass grows in autumn graves.
_______Cold Opium Works
Wanyue, do you know? I came from hundreds of years later, turning the world upside down just to be your golden finger!
——Zhang Liansheng
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