Maybe that year the apricot blossoms were drizzled, and my love was just beginning to bloom, and I was blinded.
Maybe that year the moonlight was sultry and the wine was fragrant, which disturbed my mind.
However, you are a person watching the show behind the scenes, so it is ridiculous to say that it is true.
However, I treat poison as wine, and I look forward to the future.
Blame you, hate you, but still love you...
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