Sharing Life's Waters, Better Than Forgetting in the River
The red face is far, the sorrow is bitter,
Several times of intention, difficult to fulfill.
Meeting each other for a drunken night is predestined, where does the wind and rain drift after it dissipates?
Why be so sentimental, why be so obsessed?
If flowers are too affectionate, they would have withered long ago.
Intense emotion, intense love,
How do we know that red silk has been mistaken through thousands of layers, and that the same roads lead to different destinations?
Joy also brings sorrow, happiness also brings sorrow,
It's only when you seek plum blossoms in the snow that you finally stop, looking back, the sky ends.
Mutual comfort with saliva, better than forgetting each other in the!
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