I am bankrupt
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The laughter has died down, and I don't know if people later will scold the first floor. I'm going to play games now. Good night.
Lonely and desolate stars, whose hair strands have you tangled? On the riverbank of three lifetimes, to whom have you promised the fleeting years? On the Bridge of Helplessness, who drank that Meng Po soup, engraving this distant longing? Forgetfulness, sorrow! The red thread mistakenly tied in the hands of the old matchmaker has aged a thousand years. Like flowing years, allow me endless longing; as butterfly flowers fall, I promise you a lifetime of tenderness; the full moon is incomplete, the vows are tragically beautiful, in the end, that era flowers bloom, and in this life, flowers fall...
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