The feathers are woven into brocade, and the brocade is broken into pieces.
We are all lonely children,
I accidentally fell asleep in the warm afternoon sun,
Who would have thought that after waking up,
But it is the vicissitudes of time.
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Fireflies flow in the night sky.
Lost Love(Night Devil Doll. Name changed^^)
co-written
This person is Qingsheng
This person is Yechen