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I once spent eight years loving someone, but I forgot that the word "eight" means separation, and it was with your own hands...

When we first met, the sea of ​​flowers on the other shore, the flaming red, amazed time; Goodbye, Holy Qiujiu, the white mass that beats the snow, cooled the years; In the first life, in the cold years, I died under your sword, so in the second life, can you warm the time and accompany me to peace for the rest of my life? ? What I want, from beginning to end, is just you...