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Standing on your back, pretending to be shy,
The hand moves the plum blossom to hit the shoulder.
I want to leave my hatred and find the man to say,
When Lang returned, he hated him but stopped.
The clouds are clear and the water is long,
A horizontal flute locked the empty building.
When will the spring stream and the moon shine together?
There is a boat with hanging willow trees on the broken bank.
——Nalan Xingde's "Partridge Sky"
If I promise to let go, what will be the ending?
Unfortunately, I will never know, because I have no chance to know
Sharp pain spreads in the fingertips
Mottled bloodstains, unable to stop the darkness of despair
When I saw that sad look, I knew it was time to leave
It's my fault, wholeheartedly
So don't cry
You are the only one in my life, I don't regret falling in love with you
So, please continue on your way and let me be your unexpected memory
My life is over, I will love you all my life, wait for you all my life, and then leave
But, if there is another life, I still won't let go