[00:46.55] The grass is even in the sky, and the pulse is constant. Who can I talk to in my life?
Who is drinking with the moon alone?
It's a waste of time to dance for shadows and sigh during the Spring Festival.
Who can turn off the light on the balcony with a smile?
[0 1:06.67] Looking back, there are flowers everywhere.
[0 1: 12.53] I have crisp hands, and I only praise the good color. At that time, acacia on the string pressed the song again.
[01:21.14] I have a jovian piano, and the strings are broken. The ancients have gone to tall buildings. Who is singing with them?
[01:31.11] The dew is like a crow's eye, and the fireworks cannot bear to be cut. At this time, the blue boat under the eyes swayed to the horizon.
[0 1:39.62] The dream spirit is unrestrained and lingering in the past, so I suddenly sat alone in a curtain.
Flowers fade easily when the water shines. Who can solve this hatred?
[02:40.63] The fog in Yun Fei has cleared, and Qiong Yao's is cracked, and there are still endless things to do.
Is it true that butterfly fans in dreams spend a night in a small building in spring rain?
The first time I met Liu Xia outside the flower turned out to be a triple knot.
[02:56. 19] Qianshan hates parting, and the blue shirt has gone.
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