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Thinking of you, in this quiet and beautiful time, in this decadent year

Thinking of you, always inadvertently. Spread from the bottom of your heart, raise your eyes, the moonlight is like water, sprinkle a clear glow, ask the moon, do you understand the rosewood heart? Missing you, in the lonely rain alley; missing you, in the misty Jiangnan, I twisted myself into rain, just to drip in your heart, elegant and dusty.

Thinking of you, in this quiet and beautiful time, in this decadent year

Tonight, I tried on plum makeup, and also learned the paintings of the ancients, far away from the mountains, and the Tang dynasty and Song colored my body, just waiting for the king to return to the reward. Pillow Tang poems, lie down with Song Ci, low eyebrows, shallow chanting softly to complain about sorrow. I am afraid that I am afraid that Jun's future concubines will be old, and in the blink of an eye, the sea will be vicissitudes and mulberry fields.

Thinking of you, in this quiet and beautiful time, in this decadent year

Who is singing and thinking, word by word into my heart. The dust of the glass, the song and dance, condensed into a face on the note paper. Holding a plain pen in his hand, lighting a pillar and burning incense, writing sadness, falling ink reflects sorrow. The red letter turns to ashes, and the acacia becomes a disaster. Long red dust, I just think of you, in this quiet and beautiful time, in this decadent year.

Thinking of you, in this quiet and beautiful time, in this decadent year

Soft intestines turned, looking up at the clouds and the moon, a little eyebrow like snow. Millennia of gaze, falling wind and dust. Raise a glass to invite the moon, low eyebrows and slow drinking, life is rare to get drunk several times, drunk Fang knows that his heart has been broken.

Thinking of you, in this quiet and beautiful time, in this decadent year

From then on, sleep with your name on your head. When you miss someone, your heart hurts. A pot of wine between the flowers, waiting for you to step on the moonlight and stop the dust. Don't ask when the heartache will be taken off, how lonely, happy and cheerful, alone in a corner, telling the story of eternal love...

Thinking of you, in this quiet and beautiful time, in this decadent year

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