The leaves returning to the south are floating with shallow edges. I think of the old boy covered with dust. Time has ruined his clean features. The lemon scented letter covered the smile. The delicate handwriting is stained on the passing paper. It tells of an obsession that has never been let go. The fleeting time settles gently on the fingertips. Ending with endless memories. The humble love of a girl. Like an immortal poem passing through the summer. Carefully grow half an acre of flower fields in the palm of your hand. The secret is tossing and turning in the middle of the night, making it difficult to sleep. It's just your eyebrows, green but slightly sweet, that I miss you again and again. The longing that raises eyebrows fills the distance of the stars. The cool breeze takes youth as its starting point and vows as its arc. Pull out a full moon. The signature is filled with subtle and unspeakable thoughts and a bright young man.
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