Fate is just two words, but we just put them together. Fate, fate! Point! Can we find the right feeling when we first met again? If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?
Blame? No. I just hate myself for not knowing how to cherish it. The miss in this life is exchanged for staying together in the next life! You have to remember that you said you would wait for me.
The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, the beauty was drunk. Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan. After seeing each other again, how many times have we shared our dreams with you? I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.
Rolling around and acting cute, begging for comments and feedback
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