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Your life is in spring.
Why do I see the face of Frost Leaf?
Just because of that beautiful mirror.
bankrupt
Your attachment is deep.
Wandering in the dream for a long time
Because both hands are sticking out,
You can't hold the moon in the water.
Then let yesterday be a memory.
It has also become a commemoration.
There is not only one place in life.
Colorful and romantic
The withered flower is a flower.
-Not spring.
How did Xi Murong, a flowering tree, let you meet me?
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Growing in the sunshine along the road you must pass.
Carefully full of flowers.
Blooming is my hope in my previous life, when you come near.
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I'm waiting for, and when you finally ignore it,
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.