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A road filled with beauties, sand and flowers blooming, as fierce as blood, just like the road you have walked, paved with blood.
It's my fault that when I was young, I couldn't tell right from wrong.
I met you later and turned out the lights with you.
But in troubled times, whose heart will be swallowed up by desire?
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I want to cut the western window candle with you in the next life.
However, God only has one life, and at the end he will be wiped out in ashes.
I broke off a branch of plum and looked forward to your return.
Flowers fall, leaves wilt, and eventually they become mournful.
(Updated from time to time)