There is a grave in my heart, a place to bury widows.
_________ 。 If the world of mortals is a dream, the memory is not in the center, and the years are still there.
_________ 。 When I bid farewell to summer, I smiled, as charming as a flower.
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Youth, pale with cold. .
_ _ _ _ _ There are three thousand people on this bank, but someone is looking for me; _ _ _ _ _ On the other side, it is smoky, but someone is waiting for me.
If I leave, there will be no future.
Who has been hurt by such a sad chapter? Whose tears, two more lines.
The evening breeze is bleak and full of parting.
The dead posture of the rose climbs up the scattered black and white scales and sings the love promised by fate.
) years are like drunkenness, but years are pale and indifferent.
Under the moon, I asked if it was right or wrong to return to Dongli at dusk.
Standing in the sun, enjoying my thin youth.
If life is just the first time, why is the autumn wind sad? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
A player enters a painting for life.
As beautiful as flowers and jade, as water flies.
On the right side of happiness, it is barren.
The night is cold, the lights are dim, the ambiguity disappears and the song is euphemistic.