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we hope that people will never be separated from each other.
the wind and the rain have no tenderness, and the rain has soaked the cold wind in loneliness and sorrow. Far away, the wild leaves are golden. Deep emotions ripple in sorrow and loneliness. Meditation, eyes and tears, see ye falls upset, difficult to pick up the pen.
remember, the Rouge fades and the smile fades. Maybe, this is just for you. Take the wind dust, sent the flow of years, copy paper light ink, Dan qingsu pen, difficult to paint your face. Emei haorun teeth, the flow of the sea is slight, If Jing Hong, Wan if you long, clever smile, dark ear sleeves. Smile, flowers bloom, the moon is shy and invisible, the Mufeng wind is drunk, the fragrance is flowing between clouds; the quiet picture, a few qingsi around the ear; In the glow, the clothes are flowing, in the courtyard, full of beautiful tassel. Fragment, Lihua xiangxue's warm storage, is like the treasure of the lamei Moxi month, the heart of the water sample is clean, and it is frozen. Today, it's just a gentle kiss. The snow for a thousand years has melted and melted. If you love it, it's really hard to hate a person.
in the autumn of the frost Frost, the wind and dust are entangled in plain clothes. In the white and Silver Decoration world, I miss ice. The shadow that has been accumulated in the fog, the tumble on the windowsill ...... Frost, fog, white, and twilight, singing the most intoxicating song in the cold season, just to win your smile. Looking back at the beauty of life. The smile in the world is far from your deep brand. Red Dust, confused mind, is just the moment of encounter, destined to go far to the end of the world, Acacia into the eyebrows of the Ning of the song, the resentment of the joy of not a lingering sound, the silence is full of affection hurt. Xiaofeng stayed on the windowsill, And the strings floated. The longing for it turned into a lonely taste. By sticking to the bar alone, you dare to ask where your future is going, and you will not be able to face your time. Hold
the gentleness of holding a piece of paper, but the flowers fall into your heart in a flash. The dark cloud, I don't know how to beat the shore of the mood, a touch of shock, don't feel sad. Maybe, this world, only tears for you.
Xiangxiang residual, cold candle condensation, a trace of qiusi lingering. Makeup remover, autumn dew cold, a few cheers around your ears. Zhu Sha brush shadow, dream broken window flowers, abandon the promise of the cold sky. Ting Tai Xiaoyu, Yu Yuxuan Tian, is no longer yesterday's Shen Yuan. When the remaining fragrance is exhausted, the red face will also be lonely. Will there be any Miss for you in the sky? Fade and fade. Ran Acacia, only meet tohong Yan, fast pass.
I am a lotus root, you are a Qinglian, and you are a red-dust butterfly dance, with you quietly dry, grass-colored, when the season enters the next cycle; Under the bodhi tree, all are dusty.