The cherries are there, but the dream is hard to find. When I look back suddenly, I realize that everything has been missed...
She looked out the window, but the moon was as clear as it had been many years ago.
Pinch a cherry between your fingers and put it in your mouth.
Beitha bit it lightly, but tasted a sour taste.
She was so sour that she burst into tears.
She couldn't figure herself out... Who was causing the most beautiful ripples in her heart?
Was it the young boy who kissed her when she was twelve, or the man who forced a jade pendant on her when she was fifteen?
It doesn't matter who it is anymore…
The cyan smoke obscures the traces of wild geese, the drums gradually break down, and the street noise begins to subside. The wind blows against the cold wall, and the ice toad flies to the gap between the spider silk curtains. Qionggui weeps secretly, thinking about her hometown, and the frost and flowers are like weaving. Manjiang returned in the form of a crane, forgetting about the old game.
It is extremely joyful to soak the rhizomes in the fluffy pot, to melt the pears in the garden, and to be drunk even on the Spring Eve. Ke Yun stopped playing, the cherries are there, but the dream is hard to find. I advise you to clear the light, and you can shine through the secluded window at first, but don't shine at the night flute in the red building. She was afraid that the music of "Yi" and "Liang" would change in the world, but Su'e didn't know it.
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