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天道茫茫，人間滄桑。自古以來人間最被人所重視的是什麼？也許是情或許是義，又或者都不是。無論是你，我還是他，都只不過是這滾滾紅塵中的一個過客，天下熙熙，天下攘攘，也許一瞬便是永遠；又或者永遠才是一瞬。

奈何世間多少事，誰人能解其中情。他日御劍破空去，方知吾心不為空。

當柳含音再次彈起那把古箏時，當青松道人再次打開那壇“如夢”，嘴中哼着“吾本世上逍遙仙”開懷暢飲時，也許他們就已經明白，這世間的悲和苦，歡與樂，都只不過是一場虛幻的大夢，一場讓人沉迷其中卻不願醒來的夢·········

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