I wake up in front of the window, and the cuckoo calls again to urge me away.
The old vows of Danqing are like a letter, and Du Mu is in love during the meditation on the Zen stick.
After the farewell, the lovesickness was empty, and it has been three lifetimes since we looked back.
The clouds, the moon and the earth are still there, and the old incense travels through the sky a hundred times.
If you had not left at the beginning, would we still be happy today?
Your blood on the golden beach has become the most painful scar in my heart.
I have no other extravagant wishes, I just ask you to come back and see me, even just for a moment.
Do you still remember the beautiful Clivia on Mengtuo Mountain?
Junzi is you, Lan is me, and we will never be separated.
Never... Never...
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