The love and hatred of Rigel in the golden house are sighing, and the dreams at dawn and night are sighing and frozen to death.
One hub, one yang, one separation from hatred, no joy, no sorrow, no forgetfulness
The waning phantom has white and purple temples, and the light and dark are full of fragrant tea.
After a glass of wine, the spring is over again, the origin and end of fate are always love
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