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lit. sighing at the end of the red dust and drifting to zero (idiom); fig. at the end of one's life
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I don't know why, but I like to write about traveling. Maybe it's because I think it's amazing to have a soul in another body. Maybe, I feel tired of living in one world and go to another world to experience a different life. Different life, same ending, maybe, this is the so-called different paths to the same place? Or is falling in love with you the biggest mistake of my life, the thing I couldn't grasp? Forgive me for hurting you...