Go to Chang'an and leave her three thousand miles away. The battle is ruthless, the wind rustles and the horns rise.
Changanju, who is playing the flute upstairs? The lights are out, and weeds grow in the plain desert and tombs.
——Later I heard that people in the world, in all things, are just like you and I, who were deeply in love.
It's a pity that now it has nothing to do with you and me.
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