The setting sun blends with the night, the stars are dazzling, pieced together into a broken song, the cold moonlight is actually blood red, bidding farewell to the moonlight, the morning glow breaks, everything is crazy about it, we have crossed countless thorns to embrace each other, suddenly, the setting sun is also warm, the coldness is also melted, only you are the salvation. Bexiangquickly wear
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Don't forget to say that the night is full of mulberry trees and the sky is filled with clouds.
Don't forget to say that the night is full of mulberry trees and the sky is filled with clouds.