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The moon returns to the center of the lake, and the wild cranes rush towards the idle clouds. I stepped into you, and then a heavy snow sealed everything.

Life is a lingering struggle, with neither distance nor poetry.

I am still the same boy as before, nothing has changed.

The journey of life is like this, spend a lot of time confused and grow in a few moments. --Rikas

Three glasses of wine for the world of mortals, and a pot of tea for great achievements.

The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees. Heaven and earth have gone against each other, sharing the same sorrow for eternity.

I shuttled through the crowds of people, walked through the wind, and walked through the rain, but I never entered your heart.