When Lang returns home late, the fallen flowers are everywhere and the ground is gloomy and gloomy.
I sigh alone, especially because God is jealous of beauty.
Blood and tears fell all over the Jin,
Remembering the past brings me a thousand regrets,
The old love, the old score is afraid of being repeated,
The past love is so common that it hurts the Spring Festival Gala.
I can't dream of it, I can't dream of seeing you again...
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