Back String——"West Chamber"
When I walked through the west wing, my nose smelled of fragrance. The lady next door was still in the middle of the flowers. My shoes had forgotten the original direction. I stopped at the age of eighteen or nineteen and felt melancholy.
I dare to ask how to enjoy the flowers in the pot. I want to compare the girl with it. I would like to make a piece of flower mud and put it next to the flower. It is intoxicating even if it is not March.
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