If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change.
Lishan's words are gone till midnight, and the tears and rain are lingering without complaint.
How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches.
Looking for a kind of soul throbbing in reciting and singing softly again and again. Maybe sad, maybe helpless, but with ethereal beauty and gentle and delicate emotions, this poetic soul of the Qing Dynasty, has he ever awakened from heartache again and again, and has he ever regretted it?
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