Destined to be, Destined to be, Destined to meet you,
Looking back, everything is in vain.
I still remember the small building,
Liu Feiying cries,
The warm breeze from the willows,
Looking out at the morning glow.
The wine enters the soft intestines and turns around thousands of times,
There is no resentment in the depth of love.
"Still Waters and Deep Flowing Nights Cantabile" I am trying to write a novel. Please help me read it.
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