That window
How many parting pictures have you sent away?
That door
How many reunions have been ushered in?
Fate is always running.
Returning is a smile in a dream.
Like white clouds in the sky
Nuoda sky
I can't find a place to snuggle up.
Look at you again.
The fate of meeting.
Become a point in time
Farewell desk
The bell rang.
A tearful smile
Let me sink into the sea.
Your blue eyes
I can't reach it.
The wind tore my wound.
Can't touch your own pain
I am a thin paper crane in the wind.
therefore
I spread my thin wings.
Say goodbye with difficulty.
Author: Yang Shangxian
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