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Zhou Zhiruo's words to Zhang Wuji: The night is deeper, the moon is broken and the stars are late, and the lights are dark. My heart is in turmoil and I have recited the sutra a thousand times in vain. Thinking of the old days, by the Han River, we met each other to feed the congee and rice. The sword of the sky, even if the drums of war, the bright top, but caused by the trip of love; teacher's grace, with tears before the Buddha vowed to promise, but ultimately against the heart to cheat him. I hid my sword under the good time clothes, just for the sake of Omei's wish. How many times have I been in tears, how can I bear to...