My heart is heavy with sorrow, and I have no reason to drink. Before the wine even reaches my lips, tears have already begun to fall. The dim lamp flickers beside my tilted pillow; I know all too well the loneliness of sleeping alone. This sorrow is everywhere, between my brows and deep in my heart, and I have no way to escape it.
The Bian River flows, the Si River flows, both reaching the old ferry crossing at Guazhou. The distant hills of Wu are dotted with sorrow. My thoughts drift on and on, my bitterness deepens without end; only when you return will it finally cease. Beneath the bright moon, I lean against the balcony.
A song winds through a thousand turns of the heart, its notes drifting through the hazy air. A faint, dim glow, steeped in boundless sorrow.
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Not bad, but the progress is a bit fast~~~~··
Ah, I just forgot to say that Aren't you most afraid of tragedy? How sad it would be to write a tragedy...
Come on, come on, come on... Um, are you tired from writing? (A bit silly...) I'll come and take a look when I have time.
Very good, but 8 is wrong!! How long does it take to finish? Looking forward to it
Hope to see more works
Come on! Isn't this a tragedy?
Come on! Isn't this a tragedy?