Moths fly to the fire and burn themselves in the fire.
The piano reminds me of my voice. Silence is better than sound.
It sounds like a sound but not a sound, and follows "the king" to the end of the world.
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She said: "In troubled times, we meet cicadas and jade, and in the flames of war, we meet beautiful women."
"Moths go to the fire, fools go to the banquet." Feng Wuyue smiled sweetly. "The long years from now on. My eyesight is bad, and I can't do it without you."
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[Counterattack and turning over scum]$[Strong and cold senior sister]
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1. HE, 1V1.
Intention: Moths go to the fire, fools go to the banquet.