I spent thousands of years cultivating myself in exchange for a drop of tears.
Passionate but annoyed by ruthlessness, ruthless but tired by passion
Looking coldly at the mundane world, only the fairy smiles when I miss you
When all the soul is consumed
That's when the soul flies into oblivion
before leaving
But I want that cold smile
But can it be achieved?
I'm too lazy to write, it's not suitable for me to write abusive articles. . . = =Finished settlement
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