Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will occur every year: on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
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Later article "Wind Catkins"
The V part at the end of this article is extremely childish. The heroine is a mess, has no brains, and is very idiotic. Please proceed with caution!
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