@fiery
Time, around the finger gradually, sad empty years of elegance, wrote the vicissitudes of the rings. The dream ran aground, the heart of my thoughts, always wan wan light, powder such as this May of red, if the song full sleeve. Wandering mind, eyes filled with liquid, startled the misty rain of Jiangnan hazy. Holding a wisp of warmth, folding the shadow of willow shade, blurred with the night, silent into, but still is the lonely watch.
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