It is said that only by looking back five hundred times in the past life can we pass by each other in this life.
So, what kind of stories did we have in our previous lives?
Only then can we be so entangled in this life for a lifetime.
It was a sunny day when we first met.
Under the night sky, smiles are like flowers,
Blossoms bloom.
There are flowers on the other side, and dreams in the Red Mansion.
One season is prosperous, the other is lonely.
At the end of the story, who is wandering?
I am the only one left homeless in this city.
When fate draws its curtain, please be quiet and listen to this monologue.
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