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Addicted to Doting on You
Ancient Romance宠君成瘾
Abyss Of Sorrow
"The red face in the mirror, the fragrant grass and the orioles in the abyss, the long songs in the painted hall and embroidered pavilion. The jade face and green sleeves play the plain piano, and the curved screen warms the fragrance and remembers the shadow on the temples. Looking back at each other, holding bare hands, but smiling. How can we miss someone in the fleeting years, it is hard to find a loved one with staring eyes. How can we hate being separated in the spring. Sighing the wrong feelings, sad and heartbroken, who knows. In the middle of a dream, after waking up from wine, tears drop secretly, expressing sorrow and resentment."
"The red face in the mirror, the fragrant grass and the orioles in the abyss, the long songs in the painted hall and embroidered pavilion. The jade face and green sleeves play the plain piano, and the curved screen warms the fragrance and remembers the shadow on the temples. Looking back at each other, holding bare hands, but smiling. How can we miss someone in the fleeting years, it is hard to find a loved one with staring eyes. How can we hate being separated in the spring. Sighing the wrong feelings, sad and heartbroken, who knows. In the middle of a dream, after waking up from wine, tears drop secretly, expressing sorrow and resentment."
Addicted to Doting on You
Ancient Romance宠君成瘾
Abyss Of Sorrow
"The red face in the mirror, the fragrant grass and the orioles in the abyss, the long songs in the painted hall and embroidered pavilion. The jade face and green sleeves play the plain piano, and the curved screen warms the fragrance and remembers the shadow on the temples. Looking back at each other, holding bare hands, but smiling. How can we miss someone in the fleeting years, it is hard to find a loved one with staring eyes. How can we hate being separated in the spring. Sighing the wrong feelings, sad and heartbroken, who knows. In the middle of a dream, after waking up from wine, tears drop secretly, expressing sorrow and resentment."
"The red face in the mirror, the fragrant grass and the orioles in the abyss, the long songs in the painted hall and embroidered pavilion. The jade face and green sleeves play the plain piano, and the curved screen warms the fragrance and remembers the shadow on the temples. Looking back at each other, holding bare hands, but smiling. How can we miss someone in the fleeting years, it is hard to find a loved one with staring eyes. How can we hate being separated in the spring. Sighing the wrong feelings, sad and heartbroken, who knows. In the middle of a dream, after waking up from wine, tears drop secretly, expressing sorrow and resentment."