-That day you played the piano for her, the young man came out of the world in white clothes, the young girl was charming and naive, and the song was tender and picturesque, but it could not withstand the hatred in her heart that had been like a dove for years. One day, the song will be gone and everyone will disperse; with the sound of tearing the silk, who's heart will be torn apart?
--That night you tied her hair, and the white hairpin of suet was wrapped around the black hair, as if fate was entangled in it.
One day, you will be sitting high on the golden throne, and you will be the only one favored by Jiao Fang. However, it is difficult to play the harp and the harp. The hosta falls from her hand, and the melancholy sound is still in your ears. Have you ever regretted...
--The clouds are light and relaxed, and the eyes are as clear as the stream. Fortunately, I still have you. You are stupid in Tao, but your face is like an immortal, and your heart is like a mirror. She pities you. You said: "You are my wife, and I will never leave her in this life." But after passing by, she only changed her body like autumn grass, swaying in the wind, and she didn't know where she was going. And this oath was broken by you...
--It's always a dream to go up to poverty and blue sky, to go down to hell...
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