Destined to meet Qingmei, the road is your return but you will not return.
I just recall that in March and a half of previous years, I sang a clear song and drank a glass of wine.
A clear song and a glass of wine. Don't complain about old friendships.
If the wine is not intoxicating, the heart will be intoxicated, but the old fermented grains will be sprinkled with shaking hands.
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