The peach blossoms are falling, and the poplar flowers are dying.
You know, people lose weight due to love.
Can the scent of orchids still remain today?
When the wind blows, dreams are shattered.
The love remains the same, the people remain the same, and the beauty is for whom to show off.
The sound is long, the road is quiet, this heart will stay forever, this love will last forever.
I admire your face and become your queen. Let the snow be dyed with frost, and you will live up to your lovesickness.
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