I look at you in the clouds, and my heart is at a loss.
I'm looking at you from the top of the tree, holding a bright red festive bridal hijab in my hand, and my drunken face is as dazzling as the red color.
I look at you from the horizon. In the blink of an eye for decades, your descendants are around your knees and your hair is gray.
You didn't see my eternal glory.
Don't talk about the next life, I don't care.
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