The enchanting fingertips depict the fluttering white clothes and the heart-beating outline of the past you and me.
The murmur of love and hate reveals the lingering fragrance of Junjun. The ruthless past and the inexplicable story.
The ever-changing rivers and lakes look up to the piety of myths. The youth of fairy tales dance gracefully with butterflies.
The late moon is dawning, and people are leaning against the wall.
The crane soars into the sky, unparalleled.
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Sword dancing, ghost singing solo, who in the world is my master?
Asking the sky, a bottle of moon in the river, the whole world laughs at me alone?
No hatred, a touch of smile, what is the heart of the beauty in the world?
Empty, listen to the wind singing, loneliness will always be with you, no one will stay with you forever.
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In the far corner, there is loneliness and no one knows.
In the far corner, no one understands love and hate.
The far corner. Myth has no tears.
The far corner. You and I will never let you down.