【 Seven-character Ancient Poetry 】 Winter Piano Music

Dongxue is three years old, and Su Qin hasn't had a rest.

Unintentional collection of books for a hundred years, the sound density spectrum decreases, and the number of words increases.

Today, I was anxious if I didn't get the plum case. At first glance, I was invincible.

Even if there is indifference and confusion, there is still pride and indifference.

I have no distractions. I borrow the apocalypse, three sounds instead of music.

God will give you a heart back, and you will see the truth only after cleaning it.

I don't know where I will be tonight.

Piano solo plays my ethereal voice, and I am full of fun.

-What do you think of playing "Three Lane of Plum Blossoms"

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