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At the crossroads, whose grass grows and the orioles fly [Text/Concubine Xiaoxiang.

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This is a foreign land where I wake up with a hangover

Incomplete moonlight

A thin swan song can so easily scratch the dawn

The chirping of the cicadas that fell on the treetops is still telling that

Prophecy

Don’t go on for years and you still don’t know

I was once How carefully I turn my thumbs

Say I love you

Two

Can I reach heaven if I pass through the sunshine

Lightly lift my index finger Lightly arouse

Others are shouting about being tired, but I am hiding my hurt silently

So what after so many years

I have become accustomed to sleepless nights

Through one street after another

Even if I don’t mention the past anymore

It’s still my own injury

Three

Wash away the dust of travel with tears

The oath written on the middle finger has already been blown away by the rain and wind

This summer is gradually fading

Fading Some sentences are remembered by us

and forgotten by us

Look outside the window

The falling red is like washing

Four

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You said the ring finger is a piece of paper

Maybe you should have known earlier

Happiness is just a fleeting stream of water, but you use the shallowest spoon when scooping it up

What else can I say? Let me give you a flower, and we will be close to each other from now on

My dear, please see my gorgeous turn, my smile like a flower

My little finger is no longer Pain

Beginning with the past

Forgetting each other in the world

In the end, I will lose July and walk on August's shoulders

Looking down on the world of mortals, everything slowly becomes indifferent

It's just a cold finger from each other

Maybe the world of mortals in your life and mine

is just at the crossroads

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Look at the warblers flying in the distance and the grass growing long

Hide a sharp blade and be as quiet as a flower