There are many illusions, who is right and who is wrong. The fog is shrouded, who has lit the lamp? The light wants to dissipate, the ripples are light, and the heart is full of waves, who had ever known it. When the song ends and the string breaks, one person is left to lament alone; when the water dries up, no one cares; when the flower dries up, no one cares. Who can know when the desolate scene will come? I want to cry but there are no tears. When you are drunk, when will dawn come again...
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