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The road to Qingshan is long, A bright round, Bright eyes, Look at the beautiful water, Whose love? Thousands of tender feelings flow quietly, Whose waiting? Sighing coldly, the ice condensed into frost. The journey of love is full of pain, The vast sea is hundreds of feet long, The scent of ink is scented by horse hooves, The fragrance falls between the brows, Who wields the sword? Cut off the strings of the piano and enjoy the battlefield, Who listens to Sanskrit music? A song of flute is forgotten by the world; Infatuatedly looking forward to your moon shadow as a pair, The beautiful painter of mountains and rivers is beside you, Wait, my hair will fall like snow all my life, Wait, regardless of short stories and long stories, Can I exchange you for a new pot of tea? The eyebrows are lowered and the hands are fragrant with a slight smile. Can I turn around and be tender for you? The look that once made me sink. Give me a pair of invisible wings, Flying over the clouds and rivers, I landed on your sword, May my infatuation be bathed in blood, I wish to be a reincarnated phoenix, Can you use the tears of my life, Agarwood that wakes you up for thousands of years. Can you use my unparalleled love, Let's fly together for nine days.