Langtaosha
The word "heart" has turned into gray. Dreaming of returning home. The pavilion walls were not in ruins when we arrived at Japan. At the first watch of the storm, everyone wakes up, who can I turn to for the remaining wine?
Jin Shuyan is hard to come back. Empty self-remembering. Far away from the smoky willows. There is no Baling Road in the dangerous building, and the red is flying slantingly.
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