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Poetry rolling red dust

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Poetry rolling red dust

Author: Muzi

Poetry rolling red dust
Poetry rolling red dust
Poetry rolling red dust

The meteor flickered,

The years pass in an instant.

At first inadvertently you,

I always love to see the flowers blossom and fall.

I am a teenager who has not lived,

Things are left to tomorrow.

The love affair of the red dust world,

There are so many love stories.

Just because that's non-causal,

Wordless glue.

The faults and faults of the world,

The relief of drunken dreams.

The cause and effect that has been passed down in past lives,

Don't know what to get rid of?

All commitments for life,

I'm afraid that people will break through a word.

Liberation is liberation,

To love is to live or die.

Easy to come, hard to go,

Who cares about how much is lost?

Decades of human journeys,

There's always a just passing by.

Easy to divide, difficult to gather,

No one can manage that much.

The eternal sorrow of love and hate,

With that tide ebb and flow.

It should belong to your heart,

Just hold it with both hands.

Still tight to my chest,

You won't be lonely and cowardly.

For the sake of earthly transformation,

Not a word was said.

A pair of clouds and rain hands,

Caress on the face of pain.

So you who don't want to go,

Say something to me.

To say goodbye to passion like fire,

Watch me run away.

There are still people in the world,

Vague whispered thoughts.

Hongyan adult characters flew over,

Follow the legend of the two of us.

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