Leaning against the railing of the night, overlooking the distant shore, the residual dream is silent, falling on my heart like snow, and time is full of sadness …
Shake off a shoulder of past dust, quietly lock the heartbreaking picture of falling flowers, and turn your eyebrows back thousands of times. This moment is also accompanied by an eternal desolation.
The flute outside the window also blew deep sorrow, confusion, and sad eyes were full of wounds. Candle shadow shakes red, staring at this place, the beautiful image that is drifting away is no longer in the dream. ...
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