Yesterday's glory faded away, and all that was left after the autumn wind was sadness.
Injured. When winter comes, the sky no longer cries, that sad and beautiful
Snowflakes covered the ground. Years are wasted, everything will eventually pass away,
And the only remaining light is two lines of tears and a blessing. When clear
When the first ray of sunshine shines on the earth in the morning, people are no longer afraid of the dark
Dark, the inner haze will eventually disappear with the wind. Yes everything will
Getting better??????
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