A crescent moon is full of snow
A burst of green shirts step by step
A line of footprints arrives at the empty door
A sad thought and a curtain of affection
Sigh affectionately
Acacia is empty of old age
Obsessive shallow thoughts
The end of the world is at hand
The world is full of holes
A lifetime of sorrow and joy
In the end, it was solitary
The warmth and cold of the rivers and lakes have been tasted
The wounds were speechless
Come like a storm
Go like a speck of dust
Lonely love lock dream touched the sky
Turn into snowflakes
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