Golden armor thrown away everywhere, and

Ambush on all sides, besieged on all sides,

It has become a tragic landscape.

How many mornings are twilight, overlapping with history,

Flowers bloom and fall, endless dreams,

Always seek psychological balance for yourself,

However, my city is full of secular fatigue,

A man in black, at the crossroads,

Robbed, took everything from me,

It's a little hard to remember,

You see, under the wind and moon, the bent lotus,

Is it, full of the weight of autumn,

In this season, my limbs are a little cold,

I want to go back to the city again,

From morning till night, I can't bear any warmth, and I can't peel off any new life.

Old diseases left over from many years ago, once again,

Legendary love, isn't it?

Has turned into a cloud of smoke.

I am exhausted physically and mentally, and I keep yawning.

Want to rest, but keep your eyes open,

Looking out the window, the sky was dark,

A gust of wind seems to be cleaning the courtyard and invading the world of mortals.

But I don't know, the light hidden in the dark,

Who has a crush on who?

Faded stars, forgotten hearts,

Who can achieve who, a thousand-year-old wish?

The scenery remains the same, but I am old.

Open your palm, only to find that,

I'm still the same person,

Lonely, sentimental,

When it's quiet,

I can hear my own voice,

Read your own sentences carefully.

In fact, in this world,

Without sincerity or hypocrisy, love or infidelity,

Right or wrong, I don't want to talk about it at this point.

I just want to reward myself with a few lines.

The word yue:

Singing autumn cool in the middle of the night, crossing the east without face and heartbroken.

I love lemons deeply, and I dream of a foreign land.

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