Tell me about my Nan Ke Yimeng
Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them.
Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.
At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will occur every year: on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
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