When she left, it was dark and they all fell asleep.
At the moment, the night is deep, I call her:
"Come back, baby. The world is sleeping. The stars look at each other in pairs, and no one knows when you come back later. "
She's gone, the grass has sprouted, and the spring is strong.
At this moment, the flowers are in full bloom, and I call, "Come back, my baby. Children have no scruples about picking flowers and sending them in the game. If you come back and take a small flower, no one will find it. "
Those who often laugh and laugh are still playing there, so life is wasted.
I listened to their small talk and shouted, "Come back, my baby. Mother's heart is full of love. If you only get a little kiss from her when you come back, no one will know. "
Ah, these jasmine flowers, these white jasmine flowers!
I vaguely remember the first time I held these jasmine flowers in my hands, these white jasmine flowers.
I used to like sunshine, sky and green earth.
I used to listen to the murmur of the river in the dark midnight.
The autumn sunset greeted me at the corner of the wasteland road, like a bride lifting her veil to meet her lover.
However, I recall the white jasmine I first held in my hand when I was a child, and my heart is full of sweet memories.
I have too much happiness in my life. On holiday nights, I used to laugh with revelers.
In the drizzly and decadent morning, I sang many idle songs.
I once wore a beautiful evening garland woven by my lover around my neck.
However, when I recall the white jasmine in my childhood, my heart is full of sweet memories.
Crescent series
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