The long-term joy is still young, unparalleled, the world is rolling, and I am sad alone.
In the west window of the pepper room, the candle is yellow, and the shadows are in pairs. Where is your Majesty?
The swallows return south, forming a line, and the mist and morning light ignite hope.
Whispering and thinking in the middle of the night, the clouds on the hair are fragrant, this life is not in vain.
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