A mighty sword will destroy you.
A soft and graceful song saved me.
Even though that ordinary piano has become rotten wood and lint, I still keep it. I'm afraid you'll be lonely, can I give you another piano? Its name is called the bell.
Has the dense smoke from the purple furnace ever obscured the clarity in your eyes; has the hollow sound of the piano ever obscured your light singing voice? You remind me of the plum blossoms on the branches and red snow in the palace garden and outside the Xiaoqiang.
Can you let me call you, Qi Zhou?
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