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Thousands of miles of marriage are linked by a thin thread, but in the end, they are thousands of miles apart... Or maybe something went wrong with that fragile red thread on the road... He, who was born cold and white in white clothes, originally wanted to live up to the Tathagata and live up to you, but his white clothes were stained with blood, and he lived alone... She who loved to laugh, but washed her face with tears, and was finally buried at the bottom of the lake... She finally returned to the Buddha in white, and her spirit sank into the lake... Disappeared from the rivers and lakes...