A strange and illusory bitter love
I am a mole in your palm. I have always stayed in your palm, but you have never raised your fingers to hold me tightly.
When you leave, I will decline, my heart will be shattered, and I will turn to ashes.
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Winter passes and spring comes, summer comes and autumn comes
It's the golden autumn time of the year again
Willow adds yellow, apple becomes green
The red lotus petals are peeling off, and the sweet osmanthus is fragrant.
In the beautiful autumn colors, Uncle Snake's birthday is coming again.
Happy birthday, Uncle Snake~~
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