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When a thought arises, thousands of rivers and mountains change; when a thought disappears, the sea changes. No matter the colors of mountains, rivers, sun, moon and rivers change, once you turn black, I can't monologue and walk with you on the road of sinking. In this life, I will hold the sword and control the mountains and rivers for you again. This life has turned into a lingering feeling, filled with desolation, played with all the joy and sorrow, and seen all the prosperity for you. In this life, allow me to miss you endlessly; when the butterfly flower falls, I allow you to be tender for the rest of your life.