The moon is desolate, who knows the sad state of the world?
The long flute plays, who knows that people are sad?
Under the fallen leaves and beside the stream, the laughter of the past remains;
In front of the cup of wine, beside the sword, I spread the sorrow of the future,
Who planted the seeds of the fate of troubled times and who unraveled it?
Tears are falling like rain, and for whom?
—————————————I am the legendary dividing line~————————————————
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Luan Yuan