The seven laws naturally have no chance to sigh.

A relationship, how many vows of eternal love, can't match the cruelty of reality. Keep saying no, I still don't know, what is fate?

Outside the window are all kinds of songs and songs, as well as clear white hair and messy books.

A few red flowers fell in the lounge, and the shadow was still fragrant.

Naturally, there is no chance to lament the light rain, which is comparable to the eaves of a sunny day.

Deep sadness suppressed the regret of half a lifetime, making the residual cup drunk on the moon screen.

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