Crimson fireworks,
A thousand years can only buy a moment of beauty.
Flower accepts withering
wind accept pursuit
It doesn't matter if your heart is still hurt a little bit
I accept your decision
Who will hold you tightly?
What song should you sing to make him happy?
I wonder when the sky will clear up
The earth never stops for anyone
How happy your tomorrow is, not mine
Our love is half a song
Time changes habits and wounds heal
Also revoke my qualification to miss you again
Your blessing is half sweet and half bitter
Like the cold cocoa in my hand
The most frustrating things are always unfinished
I can only sing
half the song
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