This life, this life
Why don't you miss her
Peach blossom beside the sansheng stone
Flying with the wind and into the painting
She is sketched out by the pen
Whose horizon is missing
Let the quicksand of time
A faint moonlight is elegant
Just let the strings under your fingers
It involves a period of profound elegance

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