Wedge
? Wrong marriage, wrong beauty. Even if you lean against the sky, there is only one shadow left, don't remember each other. The sound of the piano is silent and the sound of the flute is cold. Even if there is no trace of the spirit, this life is over and the next life is promised. The lights slowly dimmed during the long night. I am still melancholy, feeling that I have a destiny but not a destiny; I also regret that I have a destiny but not a destiny.
? The years are fleeting with a flick of the fingers, and the singing dust is scattered, and the longing is lost; lightly touching the strings of the piano, as delicate as the wind, who will break the longing?
? The clouds are broken and sparse shadows are slanting horizontally; the geese pass by and perch silently. At this time, I just want to share the joy of beauty with you.
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PS: I've actually been writing the copy for a long time but haven't published it yet. I thought about it and I wanted to share it with everyone.
The whole text is in the style of sweet abuse. If you feel like you are being stuffed into a honey jar or falling into an ice hole, don't be afraid, I will protect you [Erha face]
This is my first original post in Jinjiang. I posted it on my trumpet before but forgot the password [circle]
Hope you all like this article!