After many twists and turns, the wind is sighing, taking a step back and losing a thousand years, how to choose the next step, and at this moment, whose black hair are you gently pulling? From the deep love in the past, to now the smoke has disappeared. Little did you know that what a woman desires is not just poetry and love words, but a man who is willing to do anything for her.
After devoting a lifetime of tenderness and poetry, looking back in confusion, who is still writing half of the remaining poems in the lost empty city?
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