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Listen to music, why listen to your sad music?
You are music, why do you listen to music sadly?
Candy and candy don't fight, happiness is happiness in happiness.
Don't avoid sweetness, laugh and love to laugh.
Why do you love what you don't want to accept,
Why not accept joy happily?
Or happily accept your troubles?
Otherwise, you will gladly accept your pain.
If the harmonious voice is truly harmonious,
If several sounds are combined.
Combining marriage, offending your ears,
It's really harmonious and makes you unhappy.
They just blame you sweetly, who is confused?
Then it will only blame you beautifully for not doing anything.
In the single, you should bear the part.
Stay single and avoid responsibility.
Mark, how a string, Xiang Hu * * * to another string,
A good husband who listens to one string and the other, listen,
Strike each one by ranking each other;
A ring and a response, the piano sounds harmonious;
Like fathers, children, and happy mothers,
Like fathers, sons and happy mothers,
Who sings in a happy note;
Sing a nice song together:
Who has no words, many, seems to be one,
Their wordless songs are all in chorus,
Singing to you, "You are single, which proves nothing."
Sing to you: "If you are single, you will accomplish nothing."
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Look, in the east, when the light of kindness
Look, the sun shines on everything in the East.
Raise his burning head, everyone is under his eyes.
Raise the burning head, human eyes.
Pay tribute to his new sight,
They all came to worship his new life,
Serve your holiness;
Watch him and pay tribute to his sacred driving;
Climb the steep paradise mountain,
Like a strong young man, youthful,
Like a strong young man in middle age,
He climbed the steep mountain again,
But mortals still worship his beauty,
The eyes of the world still appreciate his beauty,
Take part in his golden pilgrimage;
Serve him on his golden journey;
But when it comes to the highest pitch, tired cars,
But soon he was sitting in the car wearily.
Like a weak age, he recovers from the day,
Falling from the peak, as if he had aged,
Eyes, used to be pious, now change.
The original loyal eyes stopped looking for.
From his low path, see another way:
How did he refuse and change the viewing target;
So you, you go out at your noon,
You look like you are shining in the sky,
Unless you have a son.
Be like him in the future-unless there are descendants.