I met that young man when I was fourteen.
As proud as pines and cypresses, as clear as streams, as passionate as flames.
At a glance when I was young, he laughed with me, cried for me, and built a tomb for me with his own hands. We shared the same pain.
We eventually separated and I never met such a stunning person again.
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This is a vulgar story in troubled times.
The background is similar to the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China
Intention: Love without getting it