Life Your fragrance is like a peach blossom.
March is printed on the face of the spring breeze.
Showing an extremely deep red color.
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My touch rolls in
A persistent and shy dewdrop
Slip on your fluttering back
I can't give it anywhere.
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Did you see the feathers resting on the branches?
It's the wind. After several folds, I look back affectionately. Through the wind,
In the clouds where wings leave
That row of exciting shapes.
Has been secretly collected by years.
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Close your eyes and breathe a sigh of relief.
The desire in your palm begins to turn.
That candle is full of happiness, and at this moment,
I'm busy untangling your heart.
That box of warm moonlight
Let the whole bright night
Transparent to you all night.