Good times are the same as the moon, and the fall is the same as the invitation in the dream.
The snow and cherry lips are whispering, and the wind is sinking and the willow eyes are delicate.
The beautiful face is full of thoughts, but the heart is trapped in love.
Holding the hand, Ping Chennuo, playing the piano, it is quiet and peaceful.
Eleven weekly letters that cannot be sent
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