在伦敦的黑暗之眼下，秘密和亡者的低语交织，阴影中隐藏着无尽故事。

寂寞的时候我在听着

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你在今夜告别于那一方

风涛回首空三岛，尘壤从头数九垓

小庭新月报更迟，粉蝶和烟抱亚枝

幽房翠竹笼苍藓，更有流泉溅石硔

扬辉天汉閒，下照篷丘城