I will never meet another you
Among the flowers, the jade fragrance lingers; the moonlight casts ink on the curtain hook; red candles shed long tears against the western window, and如意hua囊preserves a fresh scent; shadows of the wind...
I will never meet another you. In a desolate and lonely night, there is only the faint light of the mobile phone, letting the darkness consume the frailty...
Their romance among common people and coarse food. The unrestrained wind wells up a spring of tears, misting whose eyes. Cold fate is a rugged road, where parents are the guiding light and attitude is the seed of success.
The traces of China's style sing in the dark, learning insights and hearts, carrying the beautiful elegance to the end. Flowers dance in the desert, trees are full of flowers, the east wind blows at this time.
The waning moon reflects youthful years. In the midnight hour of Yuhan, the soul is disconsolate. Prajna heart conditions arise and cease, all is illusory and empty. When dreams awaken, paternal love is profound and weighty.
How many people remain when the wind stops and the dust carries fragrance.
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