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If love had sprouted in our hearts when we first met, why are we alone now? I still remember that delicate hand caressing my face, a feeling of tenderness in my heart. I am no longer disrespectful of worldly affairs, nor do I want to belittle myself. Where is my beloved? The sword is slanted beside him, and he is proud of the world. He holds the hanging jade in his hand, and the past events are floating away like floating clouds. The feelings are also desolate and the thoughts are confused. Just treat it as a spring dream and stop thinking about it. Why is it that after seeing through the vicissitudes of the world, there are sighs and no words, full of sadness.