Withered leaves whirl as autumn winds sigh; sorrowful dreams and mournful words linger.
The strings snap, the melody falls apart; love's grace is gone, and heartbreak rends the soul.
Half a year of love, yet time would not wait; blood and tears flow, but hope is lost.
Your heart is here, though a thousand miles lie between us; fate is sealed, and all I can do is lament its cruel course.
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Damn Xiaohan, let's take a big mouthful of this talented woman!