Maybe every girl has a hazy and sweet dream hidden in her heart
In the dead of night, silently flowing in my heart
The dream of the little fish is full of happiness and sadness
Until everything settles in the long river of time
Memories are polished into pearls at the bottom of the river
finally understand
Happiness is the little flowers within reach on the misty trees outside the window
Note: Guaranteed no traps! !
You are welcome to leave a mark, throw bricks, or send flowers.
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