I imagine that there can be endless turmoil in the wilderness

It will be more coquettish to shelter in the midst of turmoil

My heart is no longer on the shore

The clear river and the wilderness embrace each other,

It's really a love without a chance,

Should I ignore it

Who is the protagonist before reason and impulsiveness

It doesn't matter who you choose

What's more, there is no room left for us by the Creator

Fierce battles in space

Whether love will have an ending is still very unclear.

Chapter 078 of "Ma Ping'an Poems": Vernacular poems My love is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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