Lovers are gone, and there are bitter tears.
If the sun goes, what should I take?
-To the horizon of dawn
Fortunately, it's just an old legend.
Houyi shot nine suns.
There is one left.
Walking around alone, walking around
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Walk through overlapping steps
After thousands of years of loneliness
That's just a resume in suffering.
When the sea swallowed the flame
The flame devoured life.
My weak limbs can't hold on any longer.
I can only kneel on the ground
The left eye cries out of the Yellow River.
Crying out of the Yangtze River in the right eye
Tears turned into seven colors of' Changhong'
There are countless sparks in the sky.
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The sky is far from the earth.
Is it to escape suffering?
The sun is close to the horizon.
To suffer, right?
A voice was shouting:
Wake up, Sun.
Without you,
My world will be dark and cold.
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Gifts are never for cowards.
Pain is the experience of the brave.
Fragile, your name is woman.
Can't stand loneliness
Will eventually leave me.
There is no grand feat.
Who will accompany you to fill the trap of suffering?
Without a rich body.
Who has established a long-term love with you?
Lonely people are doomed to be lonely all their lives.
The poor are doomed to suffer forever.
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Passers-by are in a hurry, where is the bosom friend?
Seek the sky, the sky is silent.
Ask the ground, but say nothing.
It is difficult for the sea to become a mulberry field again.
Jingwei is dead after all.
The sun can't find a partner anymore.
Kuafu's crutches have weathered into a peach grove.
Chang 'e Jade Rabbit ascended to heaven and left.
The fireworks on the earth are incredible.
Only poor Penny Weaver.
Repeat the midnight whisper of seven wise periods.
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Suffering and loneliness are the fate of the sun.
Endurance is the only equation of liberation.
Even if everyone stops.
I still want to go alone.
Even if everyone keeps their mouths shut.
I still want to sing life alone.
I write poems with my heart and feelings.
For my lonely life.
Don't ask me what it feels like to be alone.
Getting used to it is the best meaning.
Why have I never given up?
Because I am passionate about the world.