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This dark red back seemed to have been seen before somewhere, just like the sad shadow among the flowers under the moonlight.
The branches are red as the water flows, as if the seasons are similar, but they are not as fragrant as before; when I turn around and look back, it has been a thousand years.
The beauty has turned into withered bones, but where is the wind-like figure and the water-like tenderness?
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