My mind
It's the entanglement of pure white silk thread
The scissors are constantly straightened and disordered
My life
It's a short season
In spring, in the evening, in winter
Don't blame the broken love
Don't say my fate is like spring silkworm
In the world of mortals, Suxin turns back
I wish you peace
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