Flowers bloom and fall, the sky is full of flowers, love comes and goes as the mood dictates
The geese go away, the geese return, the geese never disperse, the tide ebbs and flows, the tide never sleeps
Deep in the night, I dream of Chanjuan under the bright moon. A beauty cannot be saved even if it is worth a lot of money.
I'm used to watching flowers fade and bloom again, but I'm afraid that the relationship will arise and then perish
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