"The moon shines high in front of the window, and my heart is flying when I miss you. I visit spring and say good morning to it, no matter that it has a long and long journey."
At that time, the dusk replaced the crisp laughter in the memory, covering the path like snow and frost. Shen Qiubai is still the best time in his memory. After that, Yunshan met many people, but rarely had the heartbeat of his youth.
She occasionally misses the clouds that passed by last year and whether they passed by her window again this year. She also misses the cuckoo that woke her up that summer.
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Intention: Always hold on to the dream
