In the end, it actually turned out like this!!!
Do you still remember when you said that the two families would merge into one? Did you say we were going to confront the site admin? I remember back then you really were united towards the two of our families! Guns pointing outward. Now the elders are making trouble—let's see what you have to say. Who will you align with? The current ID1 no longer listens to anyone. I see that your previous leader has left and only goes under the radar. I didn't expect that now someone else wants to oppose ID1—who will you help? I know you are all good people who uphold justice above family? I won't say too much; no one can control me anyway. I am just angry. I want to ask, is getting 150 guides really that easy? (You really are a good person!) Even if your family has many people to help you, how many can there really be? Not to mention a newly formed family. I am someone with a mental illness! I actually have faith in those two, one causes trouble? The other works hard? The troublemaker has no choice but to make trouble anyway, but I think the outcome will be the same. You should know what ID1 said about the family: family is just a gang. I just want to ask: does a family only cause trouble? A family is a place for 7723 to stabilize people's hearts, to help you retain members, but you do nothing and only criticize the family. Have you really thought about it? Not going too far, everyone who plays should help them post guides! I don't play, so I don't even know what that is. If no one posts, then I guess I won't stay in 7723 either… my heart is cold. I want to ask, can it be copied? If it can, I'll help them post! I realize they are very similar to who we used to be, right?
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What's wrong? It's such a mess... There aren't many enthusiastic idle people in the seven forums, who would be free enough to help others build a clan? Want to build a clan? Do the task yourself! I'm just a spectator! Beautiful moments are gone and will not return. The past is ultimately the past. We will change, and it will be hard to find our former selves again. Memories are the only memento.
I, your brother, am no longer lurking, coming out to make a little bubble. Don't make random comparisons either, I am different from them. 'Shallow' is retreating on one side, they are advancing.
By the way, it seems to have nothing to do with me. Going back to 'seclusion'.
By the way, it seems to have nothing to do with me. Going back to 'seclusion'.
Now everything is just a thought. Restless, the heart is calm. Causing trouble, resting. Time heals all wounds.
I didn't join the family, yet I'm still staying in 7723. The question of staying or leaving doesn't depend on the family.
My heart is like the sea, brewing turbulence beneath its calm. When the time comes, it will sweep over everything.
Waiting, I can't wait any longer, waiting does not bring the ending. Time is like flowing water, fleeting and passing by, water that has passed is hard to retrieve. The past is like the sun, it can never rise from the west.
The wind chills and clouds collapse, spring returns after the rain, with lingering red petals on the rail corners and steps. I ask where the cuckoo returns, the moon is small like a hook. How can one bear the darkened, rolled-up curtains? Heartache remains, love and hate are hard to end. New-mixed wine, cups pushed aside in farewell, the world is full of autumn.
End the rest, morning and evening, from now on we are no longer related, do not harbor any lingering feelings. Regret the once deep affection, holding hands as we climbed the tower. Who will share these white hairs now, pity my suffering, letting the murky tears fall from my eyes, reflecting only deep sorrow.
Night, is the dark night, making my heart feel fear. Wind, is the wild wind, making my mind restless. Rain, is the lingering rain, making my heart ache endlessly.
Leaning against the window, gazing at the misty mountains, sending thoughts to the fragrant grass and hidden orchids.\ Let my emotions drift far, recalling past joyful words.\ Once been the morning glow waiting, on the screen, eagerly looking at her face.\ Now, however, it is lonely online, alone plucking the strings of the zither.
Lost and confused, in the quiet night of fine threads, still like fallen flowers parting, the morning moon and the lingering wind.\Only I am consumed by soul-deep melancholy, emaciated in vain, my shadow thin, staring at the clouds and mist.\Sorrow fills the heart, clear tears streaming in two lines, once again blocking the heart.
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