In the wind and rain of the Qing Dynasty, I look at the red dust and blue sky,
The bare hand blows the clouds, and the laughter cuts through the loneliness of life and death.
If you wish for sorrow, you are destined to burn incense, feel cold, and feel lonely.
On the night of Mu Mu's mourning, I played half a light flute, but I once remembered that I was leaning against the lone shadow, looking at the river in the autumn water.
When Mu Ran looked back, he only saw boundless fallen trees and a heartbreaking sight at the end of the world.
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