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Stepping on the mortal world, asking about life, I have been foolish and stupid all my life, and the jade tower is empty. The mulberry flowers bloom quietly, entangled for a while, and the grass on the stream is green. The secret fragrance surges, and the people are alone. The prosperity is ups and downs in one day. Let's sing a long song, looking forward to the moonlight. A dream is gentle and shallow, and the joy and sorrow are almost complete. In the Jade Pavilion, the rain follows the wind, and I pick up the strings to inquire about my feelings, playing and watching all the way. In the jade pavilion, tears are falling, I pick up the strings and ask for love, I sing and cry all the way. The chrysanthemums are left in autumn, and the mirror is dim. Every evening, I mourn and say goodbye. Dreams from the past, old feelings, all the right and wrong, are scattered like the wind. Blood stains the hair, mist stains the eyes, the sound of strings breaks into the rain, but only the infatuated person can bear it. (Mo Sang asks for love, even if he can destroy the world in an instant, he is only for love, and does not care about the lives of the world in vain. Blood stains the eyes of demons, and he lives and kills the world, but he is only for love. He will not let down the common people, but only himself.) (If you and I have only one way to go, it is to kill each other; if there is only one result for you and me, it is that I will go to hell, and I will never recover. I hope you will never ask for love again in this life.)