The crescent flower is my promise.
Silent tear drops
One beautiful meteor after another.
My fingers wander through your hair.
Can't drive away the night fog that surges in my heart
My footsteps finally disappeared in the night.
Play concise subtitles between waves.
Your worry gave birth to the later story.
Desire is a long dry season.
The eyes of reunion can't reflect the enthusiasm of spring tide.
Apple trees in April are full of regrets.
One by one, one by one.
Can new grass and mud be woven?
Belong to the nest of swallows
Folding memory
Beautiful night
Just you and me.
Walking in the autumn wind
It seems that I am still stepping on the beat of youth.
I want to wiggle my fingers smartly.
Whistle or
Sing a hero's song loudly
We drilled through the cracks in the city.
Walking through the silent and empty vilen.
Stay away from the noise.
Immerse yourself in the whirlpool of happiness
We choose beautiful rhythms for the poems at night.
The night lights up the stars and dim lights for us.
Night is our black cloak.
We are fragrant flowers at night.
Poplar is like a handsome guard.
Holding a bright crescent moon
Reminiscent of a person standing at gunpoint.
Beautiful white dove
We are walking in this beautiful picture
Turn tenderness into lingering
Turn lingering into enthusiasm
Eyes sparkle at night.
The heart is burning with flames in the autumn wind.
Like two tadpoles.
Inadvertently swam into the staff
Sneak into the main paragraphs of love songs
Notes and reincarnation of life
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