Farewell after death, waiting for love to become a reminiscence, and the recollection is already at a loss;
Life and death, young and empty, weeping, empty teachings chanting river weeds.
The painting is as green as grass every year, and the white hair is like silk. How could we cut the candles from the west window together? Let's talk about the time when we drank wine together.
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