In the end, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, and his beauty had turned into withered bones.
When the flowers are gone, they will fall apart at dawn, and the falling flowers and flowing water will become a tragedy.
The world can't touch it, can't see through it
Ten years of grudges, ten years of infatuation
A hundred years of guarding, a hundred years of waiting
Millennium Plan...
Greed, ruthlessness, hatred, obsession
Although one day passes like three autumns
I once admired and loved you, but in the end I hated you to the core.
Obsessed with greed
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In the end everything is empty
Intention: Hateful people must be miserable, and kind people do not know whether it is true or false.