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the sense of loss alone. To meet, you just one step too late, I have free in the heart of the Red, but do not like is not sad. Years between life and death, not consider, since the memorable. Even meet, should not know, dust sounded, coming from the frost. Silent with care, only, tears of a thousand lines. [Read the past, bustling compete. ] Fleeting through the lie, you cross me, so I became difficult to cross to the wind, or cloud, doomed to a lifetime of wandering, short stay, only to enjoy that breathtaking Chanafanghua. Skim a bunch of time, overlooking the rolling cloud of dust, the Red deep. Thousand years later. Red ferry. Breeze light rain micro-people. Shed their life haggard. Discrete clouds and superficial way of sunlight, pale dilapidated scene. Time will gradually become unable to touch everything will not be able to make up for the details. Liuniansishui, floating all the joys and sorrows of the world, an instant, then vanished, looking back at the only Baptist bone desolation. Only, that drops Qinglei thousands of years ago, still, lingering in Mouzhong, Ying Ying dripping. Bliss, originally loneliness, our original sin, what is? Life, but a bloom time! Sleeping Millennium, a noon greedy joy. Time flies, as fleeting. I like a deep-sea fish, swim alone in the lonely darkness. Those old rings, become unable to cross the track. Man this journey of life journey, choose what kind of life, are a hardship. My life, in my silence, the quiet calm of the opening into a flower, Kasyapa Buddha Avalokitesvara. Since then, away from the Red troubles out away from ignorance. [Xiang Sidou, red as blood, hard as jade, who is infatuated with Leila tree, condensed a lifetime of hard, shaped like a heart, containing highly toxic. ] Love. In the mirror. Slowly fade. Face. In Mouzhong. Slowly old. Fingers of the time. One begins to flow away. Only love in their hearts. Thick as ever. My thoughts pass through the hands of time. Bloom in your heart. I am waiting for you in the end fleeting, memories of the isolated city, I embrace the warm deserted singing songs, waiting for a hard life goodbye goodbye.
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