I met a very good person in the hazy Jiangnan, but it is a pity that I cannot spend my life with him. Life and death will be a barrier that we cannot cross in this life.
Go away, I don't want you anymore
Take April's sweet-scented osmanthus and bury it in front of my grave
So that I can smell this April world
[It takes a long, long time to revise a small article]
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