A story that had not had time to narrate fell during the fleeting time. Tears also flooded in my eyes. At this time, I wrote down and became a pain. A piece of plain paper carries away the fetters of dreams; Xu I threw the promise of three lives, but I could not change the result of a lifetime. Ring finger is not long, missing is so long; A needle, a line, a month, a day, the Sky cliff is you, the Cape is him, pain is filled, wake up after years of sleep. Maybe, the fireworks are gone, hazy and far away. Shallow, light, and finally far away. Looking through the journey of the world, I feel painful for the fleeting time and lose my bosom friend. Make a promise of one person and the fireworks of two people. After that, the years will not stop, and there will be no spring in the mountain stream. About love, it is true or false, about pain, it is also deep. Time snap fingers, a wisp of thoughts, a bunch of dust; A basket of dreams, elegant and secluded feelings, flowers falling between fingers become wounds. Dream of a ray of quiet scenery, a cut of Acacia, sweet like moon eyebrows. It should be promised that in this life, you and I are separated in this troubled world. Once a dream is prosperous, flowers are fruitless, and the starting point is also the end point. Yellow plain notes, one sentence, one word, one stroke are the wounds. For who can make people Haggard, die and die, hurt, bitter, or full of her missing

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