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A flower blooms at a thought, and a flower falls at a thought. In this world where mountains are long and rivers are far away, no matter how deep the memory is, it will be stranded, and no matter how beautiful the flowers are, they will wither. Even the green mountains and green water will have a day of eternal silence, not to mention the love in this world of mortals...

Holding your son's hand and talking to him are just floating smoke in the end; the life and death agreement is broad, and growing old together with your son is just fruitless; deep in the world of mortals, I came here to meet the calamity. I pulled away, but my heart was already scarred...