I just dare to be different from others, but I don't like this world, I only like you.
The years are long and bleak, seven parts are given to frivolity, and the remaining three parts have turned into white hair. Looking back, all that is left is sadness.
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I can tolerate deception from all over the world, but what should I do with your deception?...
This season is very clean, with no stories, and no you. Time has told you that the final thing you can rely on, only their own.
The foolish man seeks happiness in the distance, the wise grows it under his feet.
I must launch out my boat. The languid hours pass by on the shore --Alas for me!