Lady, you fly up to the Ninth Heaven. Have pity on me. I'll die
Can't you hear me calling heaven and earth? Don't you forget me Xu Xian
I'm a ghost in the middle of nowhere
You become an immortal in nine days
It's too late for me to fly apart
On the poor blue, down the yellow spring, down the yellow spring
Not in the world
I am a ghost under the nine springs, and you become an immortal above the nine days
It's a time when the labors and the swallows are separated. They're poor and blue, but they're not
Not in the world
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