Perhaps life is just a speck of dust in the galaxy of time.

But if there is no embellishment of life, how lonely should time be?

We are all floaters of the bustling red dust,

We are all in search of our own happiness.

Our lives are short-lived, but at least we've been here.

We seek love and happiness.

We have the strictness of our father, and we cherish the tenderness of our mother.

We remember the love again and again, and we explore the meaning of life step by step.

Even if the heavens and the earth are torn apart, what does it matter to us?

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Herborist] 07: Xinghe Mo's tears are being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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