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(Don't be misled by the following, it's actually not sad)
Even if you look at the rivers and lakes with laughter and tears, you will act without emotion in the world.
The silken light of the waning moon will always continue, and the faint flame of the remaining candle will never go out.
The dream is fragmented, and the pear blossoms are flying all over the sky.
Reality is broken, and when I wake up my hometown is gone.
At dusk, on the quiet road,
The ground is covered with red maples, and the clothes are stained with blood and tears.
It's still there as time goes by, lingering in my heart.
The only way is, there is destiny but no intention, there is no destiny but there is love.