Arafed image of a man sitting on a rock in front of a waterfall

He was dressed in a dark black robe，Like an undercurrent in the night sky，Mysterious and deep。Delicate silver thread pattern on the robe，As natural as flowing water，Shimmering in the dark，It implies his identity and nobility。His long hair was like snow，Pure and cold，Falls from the back of the neck，It's like a white waterfall，Flowing in silence。 His face is as resolute as a sculpture，No superfluous expressions，Like a frozen snowy mountain，Cold and mysterious。Those cold eyes，Like a distant sea of stars，Hidden in the troubles and complexities of the world。The bridge of his nose is high，The jawline is well defined，Like a sword that has been baptized by time，Tenacious, powerful。 His temperament is restrained，It's like the top of a snow-capped mountain isolated from the rest of the world，Cold and clear。It was as if he was born in an ancient style，Grow up in the prime of life，Posthumous independence，Sit back and watch the tide change。His every move，All with the elegance and calmness of the ancient style，Every detail reveals his wisdom and composure。 He seemed to observe everything around him in perpetual silence，His deep emotions and thoughts，Like an eternal mystery。His presence，It's like an unfinished poem，Leave the world with endless reverie and reflection。It is a unique landscape in the world of ancient style，It was the cold and charming man with long white hair，It is a cold and mysterious ancient style man。

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He was dressed in a dark black robe，Like an undercurrent in the night sky，Mysterious and deep。Delicate silver thread pattern on the robe，As natural as flowing water，Shimmering in the dark，It implies his identity and nobility。His long hair was like snow，Pure and cold，Falls from the back of the neck，It's like a white waterfall，Flowing in silence。 His face is as resolute as a sculpture，No superfluous expressions，Like a frozen snowy mountain，Cold and mysterious。Those cold eyes，Like a distant sea of stars，Hidden in the troubles and complexities of the world。The bridge of his nose is high，The jawline is well defined，Like a sword that has been baptized by time，Tenacious, powerful。 His temperament is restrained，It's like the top of a snow-capped mountain isolated from the rest of the world，Cold and clear。It was as if he was born in an ancient style，Grow up in the prime of life，Posthumous independence，Sit back and watch the tide change。His every move，All with the elegance and calmness of the ancient style，Every detail reveals his wisdom and composure。 He seemed to observe everything around him in perpetual silence，His deep emotions and thoughts，Like an eternal mystery。His presence，It's like an unfinished poem，Leave the world with endless reverie and reflection。It is a unique landscape in the world of ancient style，It was the cold and charming man with long white hair，It is a cold and mysterious ancient style man。

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