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The clouds in the horizon condensed into tears,

It was crystal clear and flawless …

Her heart was filled with regret,

Unwilling to leave, unwilling to leave …

What is the rush of the afterlife?

By the side of his companion, the only thing I ask for is the king's favor …

Flowers wither and die,

Farewell to glory, farewell to wealth …

I only hope that Jun Mo Xie will be merciful!

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