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Are they lovers who will remain forever, or passers-by who will pass away in a moment.
Are they loyal friends, or cunning rivals?
Chanting is the poet's twinkling tears in the dark night,
Singing is the fragrance of flowers blooming in the wind.
We walked quickly in the sinking moonlight,
We write the deserted night sky as prosperous.
We call softly in the quiet night.
The bottom string is like a song.
I found that I am still Meng Xiaoye. Let me write about his previous life, even though his brother is the real master.
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