For ten years, the rivers and lakes have been like a body, and the long waves are written into the sound of the piano. In the dream of Chunming, there are distant mountains. In the one star light, the loneliness and mist are light. The laughter is faint and inaudible, and the world is white and blue. After all, hurting spring is a past relationship. I have been leaning on the railing for a long time, and my head is full of snow.
Yang Bixin is just a sad person who is doomed to misfortune just by her name.
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