A desolate dream, full of flowers without makeup.
A white dress suddenly turns yellow, and the colorful feathers and glass are broken.
Zhuang Sheng's dream about butterflies is just the moon in the mirror.
The black ice burns the sky and turns blue, and the jade sky bounces and the water is cold.
The ancient drunken dust has not yet awakened, and the blood is buried in the red sea.
I just say that the way of heaven is vast and the way of humanity is vast.
Everything is like a dream,
The smoke flew by with a snap of a finger.
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