The beauty is drunk in the maple pavilion, the flowers are falling into tears, the dream is temporarily hurt, where will the thousands of emotions go? This life is destiny.
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Drunk in the maple pavilion, tears of prosperity, hurt by dreams, thousands of emotions return. If there is less of the same, the soul will be imprisoned forever
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These things will eventually become indifferent, and I am just a passerby. Why, at that moment, my heart can still hurt?
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I promise you that it will never end in tragedy... By the way, please give me some advice...