Through a thousand dreams I wander among all living things. In life, we are mistaken; in death, we are mistaken.
When the dream ends, the world remains rugged and perilous. Be it king or child, it matters not.
Flowers bloom beneath the moon, jade towers rise in the heavens. How many times must my heart cross the sea before its tears run dry?
Only the warmth of spring can melt the frost. Where is the one who knows my heart?
Sixteen years of love and hatred. I look back, and a hundred years have passed.
When autumn rain falls on flowers next year, I will spend the rest of my life remembering those years of sorrow.
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It's a pity that I came across this article very late. But I am also very glad that I came across this article.
Suddenly I feel like...
I have read this article too many times, and I shed tears every time I read it. The living ones are the ones who suffer the most.
The love is too deep and too rough. So sad.
Fall in love and kill each other? Can't understand -_-|||
How do you feel that I have seen it?
How do you feel that I have seen it?
This article has a bit of a troubling feel at the end. . . Or maybe I'm out of my mind.
When I saw the end, I remembered a sentence: From the beginning of the story, there is tragedy, and tragedy is hereditary.
It's so cold, I feel cold from the inside. The most unique and thought-provoking article I have ever read.