do not want to shed all those days Fangfei, subtle fragrance floated. It can only hurt a bumpy road, the scenery is no longer. Fallen under the tears, staring, the old moon, what was hanging in the trees. Familiar with the fresh taste, turned into a ray of injury, mottled like a particular one with the past evening. Pair of bright eyes, appears in the distance, the gap in spending. Laugh, finally, you come. Close your eyes, hear the voice of flowers, sweet as ever. Gentle whisper in music, making my mind in a moment into a drop of water, condensed in the eye, bright and clear. Drunk, but would rather not wake up. No matter the amount of the hair from the wind, exactly, one the flowers in the hair. Faint aroma, rippling over the apex. Soft willows, drifting away dream.

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