Tears oozed from the corners of your mouth, instantly flooding my memory. Your eyes are already full of the sorrow of love. I can't explain it, because I know that even then I'm going to hold on until I'm old.
Do you know that every time I just want to say to you: the blossom is a person's sorrow, and the autumn fall is for whom?
This sentence, such a life, will become long.
Did you know that we have experienced a lot of people who are waiting, and whose regrets you will eventually become?
If, yes, I hope you will have another child of your own.
If, yes, I hope I, we will have a good, a good, make ourselves happy.
If, may we not have to see each other again and say goodbye.
The autumn wind no longer blows. A golden wave of rice on the street, under the gusts of blowing, gently blows up the branches of the trees hanging with fruits next to us, as if we are meeting each other, and it seems that autumn has returned to childhood; in my childhood, I like autumn the most, when there are no sweet potatoes at home; when I am old, my favorite is the fallen leaves are yellow, and then pick up sweet potatoes on the street; when I am old, my favorite is to fall on the ground, and then gently pick them up with my fingers, not in the slight autumn mood.
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