A little fate leads to a thread
Falling into pieces and sighing, how can I lose my beauty?
The world of mortals should be read and watch the changes in the mind
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How many entanglements and how many people sleep
The orchid embers are scattered and can't be concealed.
The clear water pours into the sky, washing away the leaden years
Fading into white hair and winding, wishing to grow old together
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