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Title: The world of mortals is in chaos, holding hands, fleeting years, enshrouding a thousand years of expectation
The wind ripples in the bleak place,

I can't sleep, I miss you as before.

Facing the moon in vain, the fleeting years pass by,

But I turn my beauty to the sunset.

--Inscription

A thousand years of infatuation, a thousand years of drunkenness, could he still wish to bury a thousand years of expectation in the dust?

Holding the sword for you, I crossed thousands of mountains without tiredness, thousands of rivers covered rivers and mountains, and the violent waves hit the shore, dyeing heaven and earth with blood. The setting sun is warm as I step over the cliff. I promise you that I will never change my vow. It is only because of you that I am nostalgic for this life.

Break the wolf to fight, lonely star cold; In the chaotic world of mortals, kill seven. How can Ziwei fight against the sky? In the chaos, he used a sword to split open the sky. He couldn't bear to see this chaotic life, but in the end, he buried his beauty with this broken country!

The sand between her fingers was beautiful in an instant, and the frost dyed her hair. The Hu Krupp had caused chaos in China. Their weapons were dull and silent. They were solemn and murderous. They boiled wine all over the world. They looked at the carefree and unrestrained chaos. They looked at the prosperity that had collapsed in an instant. Whose glory, whose concern? Did it all disappear with the clouds?

The horizon is gradually far away, the tears of yearning are dyed, dyed with a wisp of leaves and wind. The sorrow of separation had left the past stranded. It was said that the sea of bitterness was boundless, and turning back was the shore. After a thousand sails, looking back was still possible! Can be crossed? But I've long forgotten where to go.

White paper ink dye, can not describe this life regret, empty sad resentment. Looking at the distant ice and emptiness alone, a thousand years, copying a love script, is it condensed enough? Obsession, deep memories, how much pain has been crushed to the end of reincarnation, can we not say goodbye in the next life?

Lonely years, vicissitudes of life, who provoked hesitation? She wanted to hide it, but the more she tried to cover it up, the more obvious it was. Her tears seeped into her clothes. Your gaze seemed to have passed through a thousand years of sadness and buried this clamor! Loving you is a faith that flows in despair.

Loneliness is like water, drink a cup, drunk, can dream back. Your tears are my dream of a thousand years, but who else knows the taste of longing? The beauty is gone, the glass is broken, and the sadness falls all over the ground. If there is really reincarnation, will you forget the past and the present?

In the clouds and water, the Zen heart was wiped, the mist burned incense, and the stars burned the loneliness of this life. The Sanskrit chants sang, but it was difficult to purify the karma of the three thousand mortal worlds. The past is like yesterday, shuttling back and forth in the eternal emptiness of time. I remember that you once promised me three lifetimes, so persistent.

Thinking of thousands of years, only willing to hold your hand, ten fingers intertwined, life and death together.

Look at the wind and clouds, how many bleak miles, the stars move, do not leave, do not abandon!

In troubled times, who can understand the clear wind and bright moon? A bottle of river moon, still in the breeze. Standing at the starting point of the beginning of Hongmeng, watching the other side of the world where flowers bloomed, walking through the smoke soaked in the secular corridor, the lights were waning, and the people were gradually far away. The smoke of the desert, the snowy plains of the northern frontier, but I can still touch the warmth of your fingertips, step on your footprints, and see Jiangnan again, so clear and gentle.

It was like a dream, standing in the water garden, rippling; Her hands played the piano, clear music singing cicadas, zither tactful; The moon dress is like a cloud sleeve, the hairpin is high, the falling flowers fly in the rain, the purple clouds fill the clouds, sigh slightly, empty negative cloud mist.

Following the traces of the sunset, he searched for the memories of the past, but they were fragmented. They had all envied the moment when fireworks bloomed, but they never thought that the brilliance would burn them. If fate laid down this unsolved mystery for thousands of years, who would string the tears on the other side of time and space?

Words are endless, sad words, endless words, sad parting. Thinking like cotton wool, into recollection, only to the white head empty face the moon, raise wine, the moon in the bottle smiled white head, drunk also leisurely, hate also leisurely.

At the top of the bell and drum tower, the evening cool just broke through, the moon was like a hook, the shadow of the building in the evening, people were thinner than the shadow of flowers. I lean against the window to cut the candle, the candle tears flow, want to talk back to rest, I do not know who to tell sorrow. Fragrant like water, you gaze, see this prosperity is still, can you? Love, hate, love, sorrow, everything comes to an end!
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