At the time, I thought it was nothing special

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The years have left their marks, and it’s no longer clear how to bring this story to an end. In the cold winter months, walking through the alleys of Xiaoxiang, the bluestone paths and black-tiled roofs bear witness to history and depict it. In a past life, was there perhaps another girl like me, who left behind the hustle and bustle of the world to gaze only at what was nearby or at what lay far away? As the melody fades and people leave, tears fill my eyes. What should be forgotten simply cannot be forgotten; it’s impossible to do so. In this vast world, it’s impossible to find a boat to return home and release the cranes. How I wish to turn into the misty rain of the Southern Dynasties, drifting down gently. But who would have thought that fate wouldn’t allow it? What is fate? What can we do? The world is always so cruel; it hurts you and me in a cruel manner, yet it claims it’s our fault. Under the moonlight in my red attire, how I long to wander far away, to give up and let go. Three thousand cold geese have returned south; the actor’s single glance bears the burdens of life. From afar, the delicate fragrance of blooming flowers is heard; alone, she remains in her chamber. Leaning on the railing in thought, I frown deeply; so many dreams seem right and wrong at once. The woman’s tenderness brings sorrow again and again; she can only sigh as she gets drunk with cup after cup of weak wine. He had nothing to say in reply, only that fate cannot be defied. A long song, with no regret in it; to whom was the promise of everlasting love made? Under the blossoms and beneath the moonlight, in palaces adorned with phoenixes and dragons, dressed in white, she captivated the whole world. At the bottom of the River of Forgetfulness, at the bridge of Despair, a flower blooms, filling dreams with its fragrance. The world seems so close yet so desolate; at the time, I thought it was nothing special. Please remember that you have heard a girl’s self-narration