The people inside are locked up, with tears all over their eyes, hoping that people will come to court without paying any attention, and the cicadas say that they will never go back a thousand miles away. It seems that we can't go back, we are suffering from the end, and we don't think about the past. The soul of a person is locked and cannot be shaken, and the soul is lost and the son returns.
The deer's intention is not to go, and the child is here. The thoughts in the heart are also the stream dew and the ignorance is the fog. The child is here with the intention. The white wood is stained with blood, admiring Chu Yi, only forgetting each other, and never returning.
The soul returns to the soul, one soul and three souls are missing, and the blood is lost in vain, and the three souls and one soul are finally revealed. Just a lingering thought, looking at the bright moon without a trace, a deer in the mirror, thinking without a trace to protect it. Like a stone, harm is coming, admiring Chu Si Qi, without feeling and vividly, and the thoughts are split by the sorrow of each other. Yuanming, the son of Wuxin.
When I am ready to return home, I will see the deer in the mirror, and there will be no vines thinking about my misery. The lotus comes out of the mud, it is dyed and pure, and the heart is uninterrupted and graceful. After he passed away, I looked back with tears like streams. My heart was torn apart by my infatuation, and I died suddenly. There is no abyss in the world, and the prison appears.
Intention: None