The soup of the son is coming, and it is rising on the Wanqiu. There is love but no hope.
Kanqi beats the drum, under the Wanqiu. There is no winter and no summer, it is worth its egret feathers.
Hitting the fou is the way of Wanqiu. There is no winter and no summer, just like the egret.
Because of a momentary mistake, you will never get what you want.
Even if I struggle hopelessly, I don't want to let go.
An infatuated person who doesn't know how to love falls in love with someone who loves him more.
Who betrayed whom, who destroyed whom, when will this hopeless lovesickness end?
A certain copywriter is incompetent, be careful! ! !
Please wait until the fight is finished tomorrow before moving, it won't be less than a day! Thanks! ! !
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