In the towering snow-cold mountains, he heard the melodious music and saw him playing the music, and fell in love at first sight.
The moonlight often comes to my hometown, sending back many people who have left me to sigh. Swallowing the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me, these years can pass by quietly.
You made a butterfly with your fingers and flew up from the window frame, flying over my fingertips and eyebrows. The sound of breathing gradually becomes quiet because of you. I blow out the lamp and let me hug you.
Is it love or hate? The sad and beautiful love of Gudeng Canxue, leaving people and feeling heartbroken.
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