Come on, things are unpredictable. You and I still need to treat the world with charm, so why do we lament that the world is so cold? You are white and I am red, I am white and you are red. When you are in your prime, your life is like water, and you look at the falling flowers -
This play, which has been sung for seventy years, finally drew its curtain and sank with the passage of time.
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