The tears are swallowed more silently, and I regret my past feelings. I rely on the painting to reflect on my feelings, full of sadness, and I can't paint.
The other words are so clear, I woke up early from my dream at midnight, I woke up early from my dream, and even more, I cried all the rain at night before the wind.
Nalan Xingde's "Nanxiangzi - Taking a Photo of a Forgotten Wife"
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