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Let’s wipe the tears tonight and leave the night breeze with the bright night. The wind carries my dreams, and the world surrounds endlessly. What's the sadness? The black hair moistens the sound. There are still rouge tears, which are comparable to falling flowers.
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Life is a life of autumn. How could the colorful purples and flowers resist the turbulent and drifting? When the falling fur trembles, the heart will wander aimlessly in the wind. A piano platform, a song of separation, and a bay of clear water surrounds the curved corridor. A pavilion of books, a wisp of dark cup, and a silver thread of silver intestine. A mirror table, a curtain of rouge, and a beaded hairpin is just a yellow mirror. Only holding hands, life is calm and fragrant...
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The night is dim, the clear water is curved in the railings, I hate that the dew blows the frost, and the beauty does not speak. Love is difficult and easy, I promise myself in vain, my tears are stained with my fingers without trace, and I can lift all the cold sky in the song. When you walk in the lamp, leave a proverb, there are thousands of knots in your heart, and who can think of the ruler and the ruler, a thousand words? Even if the world is a hundred years old, the world is separated by one another, it would be like a person who first met. The cup is full of loneliness, and the cup alone is facing the sky without any night. The music and singing every night, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, listening to the greetings of the Guzheng song, and smiling in the dream. When the bright moon sends lovesickness from afar, only you can learn from it.
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The wind is shining, the red leaves are gone, and the heart is afraid of the autumn sorrow. The bead curtains hang under the eaves, the sycamore trees in the deep garden, and the wet banana trees are melting lonely and lonely. The cold and veiled gauze, but Xiaoxiang rain locked the window, and the beautiful face in the green phoenix mirror was remembered. When we looked at each other and drew Pingtung, we stroking the stringed zither upstairs at dusk. The dark eyebrows are three thousand sorrows, and the joy and hatred are melting. My heart is silent every night, and I walk with my dreams in front of the drunken cup. The thoughts are surging, the peach blossoms are drunk, the wind and water are roaring and the sound of silk. Lying on the lie, listening to the horse crying urgently, the mum and the man missed each other endlessly, the wind tied the eaves bells...
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I look forward to the shadow of the clouds in the night, and I lose all the lights until dawn. The heart is exuding, the intention is calm, the red candle is waiting to be cut and the deep eyes are condensed. When the geese return, the moon is not clear, and the beautiful stamens fall off the shoulder tassels. I ask speechless every day, and I look at the flowers floating. The rain urges the sky to dawn, and the bamboo forests are filled with the slanted paths of the stones. The smoke is covered with night, and the clouds and waters are in the south of the river. I remember you, who will drink it with you? Half a cup of thin wine continues the previous alliance. When you are exhausted, who will remember you in the green flowers? The cold heart chasing the fragrance of the shadow, and every thought of the wind.
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