?? The peach blossoms and rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the heavy dreams, and the morning when I don't want to wake up are just a fireworks show. The face painted with blood-colored butterflies, can you recognize me? The deep loneliness behind the stunning appearance. All the love and being loved that had no time to explain were quietly disillusioned in the blink of an eye.
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(Old article, originally included in Hongxiu Anthology)
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