The remaining leaves are curled up in the bleak autumn wind, and the dreams are full of sadness and sadness.
The strings are broken and the music cannot be tuned, and the heart is broken by the loss of kindness.
Half a year of love, the sun and the moon are hard to hold on to, the liver is broken and the blood is shed, and there is no hope.
Your heart is thousands of miles away, and your destiny is destined to be desolate.
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Intention: