Man Tingfang·Hidden Love
The vast field of flying catkins and sad peach blossoms raise a glass to arouse the affection.
The phoenix rests on the sycamore tree, dancing and playing happily.
The thousand-year world of mortals is like a dream, and inside the red curtain, there are wisps of light smoke.
Outside the frost clouds, the setting sun is like fire, and the sky is stained with weeping blood.
The flames are moving, and they are about to touch the wind. White lotuses are everywhere, and the sleeves are filled with fragrance.
Look in the mirror with your crimson lips and watch the vicissitudes of life.
The butterfly falls lightly on the duckweed, and with a snap of a finger, the world is turned upside down.
In this dying world, the scarlet leaves are still green, and the hidden love has become a tragedy.
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Legend has it that when a person sees his afterlife, the world will be destroyed. . . .
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I just want you to remember the feeling of this blood flowing away from your body drop by drop. . Always remember. . . .