The prose of life becomes poetry in the diary,
Emotional words express the emotional language between confidences.
The feelings are very dull and real in an instant.
It reveals romantic songs and pours out happiness.
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An article of time is like an axis drawn by memory.
It can be laid flat or rolled up and buried.
Tears falling gently in affectionate moments are my thoughts.
Love is the memory of having your heart.
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Show beauty and kindness.
Give tenderness and innocence
Let the accumulated memories become beautiful in the days to come.
Let the emotions exude be deeply loved in the future happiness.
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Buried melancholy and hesitation
Give silence and loneliness
Like a butterfly with a broken wing, its body disappears in trembling.
If the stolen diamond ring comes from a distant ignorance fantasy.
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time
Let the days compose music in the long river of years
Sails sailing in songs are always composing the melody of wind and rain.
Singing secular songs for a long time on the air route.
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I still miss you deeply.
I'm still so attached to her that I won't give up.
Tears are followed by smiling attachment.
The eyes of the heart are freehand brushwork with the tears of every memory.
The oncoming wind blew black melancholy.
Endless pain confuses the scars of the soul.
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Midnight is dark without you.
Love's fault, missed love
In fact and in reality.
In the illusory illusion, I am helpless and tortured.
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The wind is gentle and the rain is delicate.
The feelings of youth are pure, and the memory of years is clear.
Fall. Leaves are in autumn.
The deep feeling of falling at the moment of parting
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The days of life are drawn in the tangle.
Understand freedom but lose freedom.
The confused eyes are dim, and the lonely back hurts the soul.
As if a colorless painting had been stranded and forgotten.
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Intermittent winds blow in your face.
A shower of rain.
Standing in the attic window is very quiet.
The winding smoke clouds have visited the past and the future.
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The opposite mountain is telling the eyes to be strong.
The rainbow after the storm inadvertently depicts happiness and hope.
The green color after baptism dispelled the bondage between thoughts.
Shout for a new breath, a new breath