The wind blows, everything is quiet
Deep in the blue lake, you are like a lotus blooming for the first time, with cranes flying gracefully from it.
In the dream, you dance enchantingly on the strings. In the dream, you leave quietly, soaking the traces of memories.
It's embarrassing to look back on this feeling. I never held your hand while wandering around, leaving only a lonely wail.
Perhaps, you are destined to belong to the distant light disciples, leaving me in eternal loneliness in the cold night.
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Oh... I remembered, I (and Meng) also posted this on the Novel Reading Network
By the way, I remembered it again. It seems that Meng (Blood Milk) also posted the same article in Jinjiang. It turns out that the post was heavier...
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