Give me a face, why do you return your soul to the high heavens, give me a lock of nostalgia, how to stay alone and return to the ruins of the faraway city, give me a dream, how to plant the god cherry blossoms, and stay in mourning. Knowing the truth, you will fill the sadness with the strings and play the long song The poem draws the wind to soothe the heartache and redeem the heart. The naginata sword in the field blocks the evil disaster. The cherry tree is still gloomy. The truth of the past will eventually perish in time. Drink a glass of fine wine to reminisce about this millennium, give me a face, why did you return your soul to high heaven, give me a lock of nostalgia, how to stay alone and return to the ruins of the faraway city, give me a dream, how to plant the cherry blossoms, stay in mourning, know the truth, and fill me with sorrow I can still remember the first time I met Carving a dragon just for you, I glanced at it for a moment, the world changed, I couldn't remember it, I didn't realize it in the past, and I didn't realize it, after thousands of years, I left a stone tablet inscribed on the sage, the happy time under the cherry blossom tree. If you don’t come and cut it, you can’t get rid of it. No thoughts, no attachments, obsessions are hard to bear. Give me a city of freedom. The city of pastoral songs has no gods and no hindrances. Give me a look forward to the prosperity of the port of thousands of sails. Fulfilling a wish, stepping into a new era of wisdom in the future, the breeze winds around your fingertips and touches the strings of the zither A bottle of watery cinnamon wine is hard to swallow
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Bro did you copy and paste or you just type ALL THAT BY HAND?
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