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To the wine, the lotus root asked,

How many threads are there, and the heart is bitter?

At the moment of the break, a thousand strands,

When the waist is stopped, the emptiness is sad.

If the heaven and the earth are in love, pull the silk thread,

It is the will of the world, bitter and sweet.

- Blue Rain

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How hard it is to let go,

Forget how hard it is.

The heart has a thousand knots,

Smoke can't be solved!

- Blue Rain

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