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Stand on the high feet upstairs,
Face silent forest.
The 遥 thinks ocean of boundless far spacious,
The corner of valley,
Will there is also pretty flower.
Take off a slice of leaf of film to send off for the agony,
Dare not to fold next,
I fear a leaf no longer.
Wait until old the day gone to,
DO not order vexing recollection,
The deck chair becomes so empty.
Once rows of sunlight,
Touch to touch an ice-cold skin.
Life still,
Life still..... |
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