@renfred
Still sober, still remember Bashan night rain autumn pool, filled with a pool of autumn color, hit a ground of banana leaves, together with the west window of how many acacia, a few hopes, are not into the eyes of the gaze, looked through three thousand weak water, see your hair flying in the wind, that is your thoughts in flight, racing in the sky of your love, you hid your tears, just to stay awake.
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