One side reality, the other side dream.

Confused, clear, it knows.

One side is pompous, the other side is peaceful.

The hesitation of freedom, the attachment of imprisonment, the abandonment, the cherishing, the innocent of everyone, it is felt.

One side is blessed, and the other side is fate.

Hundreds of thousands of turns, thousands of glances, falling flowers and flowing water, all in my heart, all in my dreams, no matter how exaggerated I was, I was treating him quietly and gently, the original love, it was all hidden.

One side of the world, the other side of the world.

The figure emerges, meets at this time, meets here, the mirror flowers the world, this thought transforms into wings, flying in the vast wall, looking aimlessly, it all looks.

It sees cause and effect, it sees reciprocation;

It illuminates the sea of people, it illuminates the story;

It shines on sweetness, it shines on hurriedness;

It reflects the yellow appliqué on the mirror, and it reflects the element to change my face;

It reflects the past, it reflects the present, it reflects the future;

It reflects the Lady, it reflects the Prajna, it reflects the depth, it reflects my loss.

It reflects my truest and haunting dreams.

Mirror flowers, he has been passing for years, I don't want to miss it, I miss it so much.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Poetry] 25: "Re-feeling in the Mirror" is in the hand, please wait for a while,

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