I don’t care if it’s a reunion or just a chance encounter ; for
four hundred years, you’ve been in the uproar of reincarnation a few times,
but I’m still only from that life
. At the moment of rubbing shoulders,
do you recognize me? ?
Can you understand the sadness in my eyes?
For four hundred years, the vicissitudes of the world
may have paled my heart and my hair
paled. I used to have a bright cheek.
In order to remember your appearance,
I would rather burn my whole soul into the
bloody sunset on the horizon .
I would rather
Let all the indelible memories of
that life settle into the sadness in my eyes. I
can’t tell. Now I can’t tell
how I struggled in the
quicksand-like time for four hundred years
and how I trudged through the vast sea of people
before finally staggering to you Beside
you?
Do you recognize me?
If you could read the sadness in my eyes
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