When you meet a beautiful woman and don't see her for a day, you miss her like a flood.
I dance the sword for you, play the piano for you, and just smile for you.
To save the world, the soul is scattered, and the beauty is lost.
The fireflies are flying, the swords are facing each other, but they don't see each other.
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I feel like the author is a novice, and it reads well. The article makes me feel like a child playing.
I feel like the author is a novice, and it reads well. The article makes me feel like a child playing.