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This is a blooming summer lotus.
How hopeful
You can see me now.
Wind and frost are not here to erode.
The autumn rain did not fall.
The green season has left me again.
I am slim.
No worries
Not afraid.
at present
To be exact; Precisely
My most beautiful moment
The heavy door was locked.
After a fragrant smile
Who knows my lotus heart?
You don't have a chance.
Don't be too early
Precisely
It's too late, Rondo Yu Guangzhong
The sound of the piano is sparse and the notes are not full. A cold afternoon
I am a dying swimmer in the rain.
Dragging long hair to swim with you.
Music is intermittent, and melancholy is like lotus root silk.
Standing in the rain, standing on the waves.
The reflection turned into a white lotus
In the middle of the water, in the middle of the water.
I am an injured swimmer.
Just to pick a lotus and a lotus shadow.
Swimming all summer.
Still floating, still floating, still wandering among algae
I also dream of picking the most beautiful lotus flowers.
Farthest flower
What can you do? You are a lotus still standing in the rain and fog.
Close at hand, far away, it is still a magical lotus.
Still showing the white beauty of last midsummer.
I drowned. I drowned.
I have forgotten that I am a water ghost.
Forget that you are a water god.
It's just that Qiulian has withered.