A story often has no beginning, but it will never have an ending. He Ganyin never understood it, or he didn't want to understand it. He just thought it was just a dream, and the prosperity was gone.
Liuli Meng, the night is hard to count, and the intention is nowhere to be found when I return.
The couple are sparse, they are fighting for their lives, and the heartbreak is still separated from others.
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I always want to leave something to commemorate,
The wilderness of fleeting years is barren and chaotic,
The silent years are stained with paleness,
A sparse song is still embarrassing,
Half of the remaining poems are left behind,
Helplessly concealing the darkness behind it,
Just to leave a corner that cannot be touched,
Make up for the brokenness every late night.
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The fallen flowers on the other side were scattered all over the ground,
There is no wind but it is messy,
The fading grass is miserable,
The forgetfulness that cuts across the river,
It seems to have already spread,
low gloom,
shrouded like a veil,
An engraved oath,
Three life stones,
Reincarnation remains.
The passing Lone Fan is no longer there,
past life experiences,
Not everyone can understand,
Those thin words,
Helpless dusk,
Only the afterglow remains in the distance,
The green shirt of the past is still the same,
Soul-breaking sorrow,
One song is enough.