It's getting colder at night, and the flowers have fallen to the ground and turned into frost. You're gazing from afar, using up all the twilight. Without thinking, it's hard to forget. The peach blossoms are cool. How could you let go of this sea in your past life? My heart is vast, and you still pretend it's not painful or itchy. It's not far-fetched. It's all an illusion. The cool night is thinking of you, turning into a river, turning into spring mud, protecting me at a young age. The moon is full of my lover's sleeves, and the fragrance is flowing into the water. The coolness of heaven is shining, and the flowers and colors on my body have fallen into the world of mortals. My heart is sad, and it is easy to overcome the tribulations of love. The depreciated heart still has a bit of hatred from the previous life. There is still a bit of hatred from the previous life. (This is a fragment of the lyrics of "Coolness", which is a perfect introduction to the full text.)
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