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Flowers bloom and fall, will the years pass by? The sound of raindrops, is the world safe? The years are passing like water, and the temples are stained with snow. The world is not at peace, and it is difficult to return after leaving. The long rivers and lakes, the vast mountains and rivers, the majestic dynasties and fields, I am willing to walk with my sword. The long sword, the young man, the beauty, the beacon fire... Are just a snow, a gust of wind, everything will pass away like a river, there is only one wine, one name, one legend. All I, Luo Zhuyi, want is to lean against the building and watch the rain fall, with the candlelight shining on her.