The moonlight was heavy, and the mist of light danced down, mottled with dreams. The man stood leaning against the tree, looking towards the distant place where there was a dream. The breeze blew gently, fluttering its pale clothes and shaking off the leaves like a broken dream.
The hair was gently blowing in the wind. It was hard to see how deep the secret was hidden in the deep eyes, but it was clear how deep the sadness was hidden in those eyes. It was originally a flowery place, but now it looked particularly sad. Even the grass and trees could feel the sadness. In the breeze, they just swayed quietly without making a sound, as if they were afraid of breaking the silent sadness.
The moon is not full, and the mottled moonlight shines softly on the face, but crystal light can be seen on the face.
I only write for you in this life, that is, you will go away, the moonlight will abandon my pen!
Weeping, my clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of Yi.
A soft hand reached into the man's palm, covering the man's cold palm with absolute hotness. "I'm still here in the moonlight." The red clothes fluttered like a dream, and the hand holding the child looked at you without worries.
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