Swarms of butterflies are flying, but in my heart you are the most beautiful. The tail of your hair blown by the gentle breeze is not only intoxicating.
But no one can, only me can call you baby loudly. Your position deep in my heart is like ten thousand emeralds.
They can't, only I can, try my best to call you baby, I will drink with you, I will comfort you, I am your baby.
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