Accompany you to laugh drunkenly for three thousand times.
The sky that was filled with heavy fog finally turned to fireworks, and the sky was filled with heavy fog. Everything has changed, and no one can sing my handwriting in a low tone to sing the passing years of fog.
That Rongye smile suddenly bloomed but could not escape the years that had settled in time. After so many separations, the call of the bamboo raised at this moment exchanged for several generations of fetters.
She looked back drunkenly and smiled, and the buds of April blossomed into a gorgeous new year.
She walked drunkenly, and in August the mountains were covered with flowers, and water lilies bloomed like fire in summer.
She is drunk and playful, and in October the gilded maple leaves dye the sky red and she looks back at the autumn.
She was drunk with fox fur, and the snowy plum blossoms in the twelfth lunar month were imprinted on her shallow footprints as she stepped on the snow to seek winter.
If there is a day of separation, do not complain about separation.
I am infatuated with Fengyue and exaggerated Liuhua one after another, but I can't forget to wander and linger in the memories.
Scene after scene, all the empty thoughts have been wiped out, and the relationship has been cut off, but I still remember being stranded in the illusion, going around in circles.
Year after year, I lied about my longing and mourned my departure, but my longing lingered in my dreams, miserable and miserable.
Section by section, I gave up my past life and praised my separation. I just vaguely saw the past spinning around and turning into a butterfly.
It's obvious that we've already left, and it's obvious that we won't miss you anymore.
Just because the weak water is three thousand.
Accompanying you, I got three thousand drunk.
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