The sorrows of the world, quietly cherishing the time spent alone.

The Milky Way flows silently across the sky, like a dream draped in rainbow robes. My eyes well up with tears, unable to hold back my sorrow. How I long to immerse myself in the vast galaxy, to gently caress that tender spot. I walk down
different paths in time, carrying dreams, traversing the boundless expanse. Looking back, I see the youthful madness of my past, that clear gaze that once stirred
the mortal world and disturbed my heart. Along the way, I've searched and sought in time, the soul sealed away in the starlight awakened from its hazy nightmares, revealing the threads of this destiny, inescapable of the loneliness that binds me in this life.
I once thought that the passage of time, the fleeting years, could bring peace to the depths of my heart, but in the struggle of time, that was just an illusion.
The clock ticks away, minute by minute, pouring out my helpless heart. The few sorrows hidden in my heart transform into melodious music, memories drifting on the wind, spreading waves of heartbreak. On the other side of time, who is haunted by dreams, burning like a raging fire?
Deep eyes gaze upon the past, watching the fleeting dust of life pass by. Amidst a sky full of stars, a single tear lingers, entangling a lonely soul in a lifetime of sorrow. A thousand years of looking back, a lingering gaze, a destiny unresolved through reincarnation, a thousand years of entanglement, a lifetime of love. A cold, sharp blade cuts through the loneliness of the zither, foreshadowing the past and present, laughter at fingertips, deceiving the eyes, leaving only heartbreak.
On the return journey, the rainy season is endless, severing the threads of love, wandering alone to the ends of the earth. Who knew that the mortal world is so hard to conquer, falling and wounding everywhere, the alluring bloodstains like blooming roses, thorny vines piercing memories, sweeping away again, leaving helplessness nowhere to hide.
A sword is wielded to resist sorrow; a pen is used to pour out emotions; covering every second of clamor, soaring up, traversing time and space, crossing a thousand years, escaping the master of fate.
Finally, on the precipice, resisting the traversal of time and space, falling into an abyss, a lifetime of imprisonment, a lifetime of slumber, a lifetime of sorrow.

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