I was sick! Lying in bed, can not see you sad embrace of me, can not hear you call my name urgent voices, you feel no tears fell on my face, salty taste, what you really want to stroke moving Lianpan ah! I miss you kiss me ah! I call out loud with your name, loudly asking you: Do you care about me? You care about me? But my eyes dim, my hands and feet cold, my thoughts confused. Whether, when the red blood flow over September fragrance of chrysanthemum petals, my soul will stay in your Shenpan?

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