A thousand years of life have been as dull as dust, and Thoreau's fairy tree has broken green marks.
The beaded curtain of the cold mirror is thousands of feet long, and the moon is dark and dark, but the dream of fairyland is fulfilled.
The burning flames obliterate the green hair, and the colorful clothes confuse people's hearts.
The road to immortality is long and love is hard to stop, and we will go through reincarnation together.
The Burning Flame Immortal Stone gives endless despair but not the freedom of becoming an immortal.
So, what is my selfishness for?
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