There is a bright moon on the sea, and we are at this moment in the world. Lovers complain about the distant night, but they miss each other at night. They extinguish the candles and feel the full light of pity, and feel the dew on their clothes. They can't bear to give away gifts, but they still have a good night's sleep.
In such an age, we remain consistent.
One. Turn around and move, just like the willow tree smiling at the beginning of the flower, orchid in the empty valley.
One, with black hair and black clothes, skin as white as frost and snow, as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon.
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