Past

Meng Taiqi

The world is long, the illusion of flowers is like a dream,

The past is embarrassing, and the end is sad,

Ridiculous my wreckage,

Only this heart is pure,

Hate yourself and infatuate too much,

But no one knows me,

With such a long feeling, I have no regrets,

Forget each other from now on, do not disturb and demand,

Hugh blames no chance, all are passers-by.

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