I am alone and thinking in the quiet night, the jade fragments and Qiong Yao are hidden in the desert.
How lonely is the solitary mountaintop covered with snow, and wandering even when the wind spreads over the dark ridge?
The geese in Nanxiang look at each other in distress, and the crows in Northern China easily hurt themselves.
Have you ever remembered how many times you were homeless? The moon reflected the old green clothes in those days
It must be written about vampires in a vulgar way, to commemorate the days when Xue was obsessed with true blood and the depressive weather in Scandinavia.
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