The green grass is fragrant and luxuriant all over the southern road. The warm fluffy red is also like a human being. The spring sorrow is powerless. I remember the couple picking up the greenery and enjoying it together. The cold food of the windy city. Until now, spring has come in the corner of the world. I am a guest from the end of the world.
Melancholy is released, still like weaving, tears are wiped secretly, and secretly shed again, leaning all over the dangerous area, at dusk, only the dusk clouds are green. If you fight, you have already fought. If you forget, you will forget it. Return to the rim again. Try to find the news again.
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