Willows in Xicheng make spring soft.
Move away from worries. The tears are hard to hold back. I still remember the sentimental things that happened that day when I was returning to my boat and saw the Zhuqiao Bridge in the Biye. No one was there and the water was empty.
Time is not reserved for young people.
Hate Yoyo. When will you rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, as soon as I climb the stairs, the spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and a lot of sorrow.
Even if you are lonely, as long as you remember the day we met, even if you are in love, the fire will burn out and turn into ashes, the sky will be covered with snow, and the frozen love will be strong. I will no longer love anyone in this life.
It's just a small side story of "Love in a Fallen City", which has been completed.
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