She laughs, she is crazy, she is crazy, she forgets, forgets the yellowing flowers and fallen leaves, forgets the desolation of this world, forgets the warmth and warmth of human relationships, since she has no fetters, let herself sing and dance, seeing the impermanence of the world, the vicissitudes of wind and rain, flicking her black sleeves, and coming and going freely.
He is ruthless, he is scheming, he is decisive, he is persistent, he is clinging to this pale and picturesque world, he is clinging to this beautiful country, he is clinging to these thousands of emotions in the world, he is clinging to this fate that has ended. The surface is so elegant, the water is calm, like a piece of unstained white paper, falling lightly to the world, coming and going at will, unstained by youth.
Who dances, who loses, who wields a sword at each other, who loves, who hates, who bursts into tears and laughs crazily.
Look at how this peerless black and white has shone through the ages. Who is the master of the legendary divine mansion?
Who is more proud than others, who is more crazy than others, who is more persistent than others.
The story begins here...
Black ink and white dye, whoever ink dyes it.
The ink dyes the beauty, spreading all over the world.
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