Showers broke the clouds, thousands of miles dark, thousands of miles of darkness; The ancient road in front of the mountain is near the wild forest, the sick bird flies alone, and the sick bird sings alone.

Don't say goodbye to the empty groan, the long pavilion in the dream, the long search in the dream; When to greet you, I am afraid that it is indefinite, and I am afraid that it is ruthless.

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