Referring to the time of a thousand years, those fates carved on the three living stones have been buried by the dust of the years, and I stand on this prosperous red dust strange and quietly contemplate.
A thousand years ago, your shallow smile and beautiful appearance floated in my mind, and my fingertips crossed the image of you in front of me, spilling a few drops of sad tears.
Unable to tell the direction of the time, I have fallen into your red dust, and those vows that are still fresh in my memory, like a deep chant, echo in my mind, unforgettable.
I closed my palms and asked the heavens, all that is in the world, is it an empty dream, why I have spent all my life waiting for you, and finally lost the appearance for you, and I could not find you stepping into the dreamland where I belonged.
Little by little, the vicissitudes of time, my season after season of watch, how much sorrow I have left in the time along the way, and how many confusions that cannot be solved, I stopped my flowing gaze, stared at the direction you once left, provoked desolation, and stood dazed on this red dust stranger.
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