Sometimes, I seem to always see the embarrassment of a woman playing the tune of Feng Qiu Huang on the five-stringed qin, but not daring to sing the words. But in an instant, the woman disappeared without a trace. This life is like a dream, I would rather I never wake up and always look at my Fengming through a layer of veil in my dream, but not let her know that I exist. That's it, for life.
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