My heart is broken and I can't get drunk. Before the wine arrives, tears first come. When the lamp is turned off and the pillow is turned off, I know how it feels to sleep alone. Everyone came to this matter, with their eyebrows in their hearts, and there was no way to avoid it.
The Bian River and the Si River flow to Guazhou Ancient Ferry. Wu Shan is a little worried. I miss you for a long time, I hate you for a long time, I hate it until I return home, and I lean on the building under the bright moon.
A song of thousands of ileum, scattered in the mist. The dim light and dim beauty are extremely sad.
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