The bright moon window sill has illuminated many people's dreams. Maybe not maybe, just maybe. Butterfly dreams of a ray of light in the world. A thousand years later, you will still be as beautiful as before.
Tea smoke curls up and down the Nine Netherworld, the flowers and moonlight in the environment are fragrant, a pair of silkworm chrysalises go to the world, the fireworks and years dye the five fingers with fragrance, and play the strings of the piano. Each song was thrilling, and several people returned.
You were making wine in my corner, and I was admiring the flowers on the flowerbed. The love was so strong that it didn't matter how much it cost, and the light ink didn't mention the few drops of rain in the spring breeze.
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Feel the words flowing from your fingertips, and listen to the notes of time, like a song, like a painting, from boiling to tranquility.
Feel the words flowing from your fingertips, and listen to the notes of time, like a song, like a painting, from boiling to tranquility.