Jingzun drank ten liters of sake to clear away the coldness in his heart.
The world of mortals has been swaying for thousands of years, dancing a little bit into the strange road.
Who complains that the world is not peaceful, or envy the world of ghosts?
Who knows that the gods are safe and regretful, how can they complain about falling in love with a white fox?
I forget the jade flute's tune, and I'm afraid it will be a hundred years before I look back.
We know each other deeply when we meet, but life is too short when we meet.
I am not afraid of traveling to the end of the world, just because I have you by my side.
It rains and is cold all day long, but I am still crazy even after swearing to each other.
It is magic to have a clear understanding of one's mind, but drawing bones and butterflies is not a show.
You are still the same after eyebrow pain, how can you keep cutting and sorting it out and keep it messy?
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