There is only a thin line between luck and misfortune.
Love and hate are only between one thought.
I hope someone can come to Cangshan Mountain and have a chat with me.
Talk about my unreliable master and brother and my lost and found biological brother.
Talk about the fine wine and yellow beef in Peach Blossom Town that year.
Talk about the bright night sky above Lingyun Pavilion.
Said Shaoyang Guanxia stabbed the dagger into his chest.
Talk about the poisoned wine on the wedding night.
In the end I was the only one left.
It's a pity that no one has ever climbed up to Cangshan Mountain.
This place has really become a fairyland, and mortals at the foot of the mountain cannot get up.
I can always vaguely hear someone calling me: Dongyang... Dongyang...
I know you are always there for me.
So even if I have no one to talk to, I am never alone.
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