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It is difficult to cross, a poetic heart is empty of sorrow, and in this regrettable season, the stroke of the pen becomes a wound

Original Lonely Moon Cold Plum

It is difficult to cross, a poetic heart is empty of sorrow, and in this regrettable season, the stroke of the pen becomes a wound

The love moon is still silent

A curtain of dreams

Into the mandrel

Once the sea was shipwrecked as water

Except for Wushan, it is not a cloud

Three or two falling flowers whisper green language

Mirror flower water moon who is negative

Tears

Only then did he realize that loneliness had left blank for him

Nostalgic for the smile of the past

Remember what you once said

In the best of times

Promises become jokes

It is difficult to cross, a poetic heart is empty of sorrow, and in this regrettable season, the stroke of the pen becomes a wound

I want to watch out for tomorrow

I can't see it anymore

Your clear eyes

It's hard to cross

A poetic heart empty of sorrow

My long hair

Your melancholy eyes

That month of that year

He was banned by everyone

My soul is sad

Your mind is mottled

I walked through the cape

I've thought about your cheeks

I don't know where you are at this point

It is difficult to cross, a poetic heart is empty of sorrow, and in this regrettable season, the stroke of the pen becomes a wound

The sea of love is endless

Bit by bit

just found out

I miss you

Astringent mood

No one is ferrying

A lute sound

Who can bypass that breeze

How much red dust

No negotiation

Who can be at the moment

To be lonely and lonely in the cold moon

Hard to give up

Can't put it down

I want to collapse

I am afraid that I will break my wish

Looking back

Don't ask the flowing water of the mountains

Where there are confidants

Look around

Hell may also exist

Legendary star and moon mythology

It is difficult to cross, a poetic heart is empty of sorrow, and in this regrettable season, the stroke of the pen becomes a wound

Green silk white hair for whom to guard

The eyes are white and dusty

In the past, Shaohua who frequently sealed

Sad for the rest of my life

Folded past

In this season of regret

The stroke of the pen hurts

In a dream

Want to be anonymous

Just to get you close

Keep me up close

Look again into your amorous eyes

Look at you again

For whom the white head is thin

It's this season

You have not looked back

Can only swim in silence in the prosperous world

Bleak

Outside the window, I saw rain dripping

It turned out to be my tears

And I couldn't help but flow down

One or two acacias broke their intestines

Chivalrous tenderness is hidden in the heart

It is difficult to cross, a poetic heart is empty of sorrow, and in this regrettable season, the stroke of the pen becomes a wound

Prisoner of Broken Hearts

Never see you again

Those eyes that are sincere

Tears flowed into the river forks the road

Slowly warm silence

Past

For whom do I see the waves

For whom is this life broken?

That sentence is insincere

Ask earnestly

A few strokes of melancholy slimmed down

After all, it is a beautiful picture

Me in the mirror

Struggles in memory improvisation

Dai mei Li

Makeup doesn't work

Wave yourself away

Xiao Xiao Ban Ma Ming

Hazy Neon fears heartache

What a little bit of a heart

Sigh a word no one can fly

It is difficult to cross, a poetic heart is empty of sorrow, and in this regrettable season, the stroke of the pen becomes a wound

Photography: Junle

Appearance: Shan Shan

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