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Traveling through a dream for thousands of years, the sealed true body is ready to move. Returning to the old place, the shackles of fate are crisscrossed, and I pick up the dust-laden memories. The cinnabar on my fingertips cannot reach the twilight wheel of fate. Are the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water gone without any trace, or is the moon in the mirror broken? The song tells the story of lovesickness, and the pen is dyed with joy at dusk. I don't know when you walked into my heart silently. If this is fate, I will never let you down. My black hair has faded away and my hair has turned white. I only wish to spend this life with you.

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