A bend of the ancient moon, leisurely hanging in the sky, the shadow of the bamboo stretched out by the clear glow. A wisp of fresh wind rolled up a grain of dust, and the flowers sleeping on the strange flowers wafted out wisps of fragrance.
The swaying petals are immersed in the warmth, sweetly and shyly blooming with a charming fragrance. Silent night, leaning alone in the window to gaze at the distant sky, a touch of pity swayed from the heart.
Hovering on the edge of acacia, thousands of strands of love weave a happy net, netting you and me who love, and netting a lifetime of love. Years of broken shadows, the sweet fragrance of the years, spelling out your shallow smile.
Looking back, how many feelings remain in the heart, how many expectations are long in life. The taste of acacia grows stronger with the end of the night, and this love is only related to the wind and the moon.
Carrying a curtain of wind and rain, soaking a petal of heart fragrance, touching the veins of memory and dappling trivial past events. Between the frowns, half a lamp of idleness is lightly self-locking. With a sigh, the unique product departed from the undercurrent of tears.
Years are long, obsessed with life, cut candles and talk about love, looking at the end of the world. Whisper for you, that touch of emotion, sing in the dream of red dust.
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