Jacaranda in Sydney every November has become a fairy tale world, everywhere is a piece of purple, after the wind blows, there will be a thick layer of purple on the ground, after the wheels are rolled there are two deep marks, I am happy
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Jacaranda
In Sydney every November it becomes a fairy tale world, everywhere is a piece of purple, after the wind blows, there will be a thick layer of purple on the ground, after the wheels are run over, there will be two deep marks, I like purple, I like its innocence, girlish innocence...
Jacaranda in Sydney every November has become a fairy tale world, everywhere is a piece of purple, after the wind blows, there will be a thick layer of purple on the ground, after the wheels are rolled there are two deep marks, I am happy
Jacaranda in Sydney every November has become a fairy tale world, everywhere is a piece of purple, after the wind blows, there will be a thick layer of purple on the ground, after the wheels are rolled there are two deep marks, I am happy
Jacaranda in Sydney every November has become a fairy tale world, everywhere is a piece of purple, after the wind blows, there will be a thick layer of purple on the ground, after the wheels are rolled there are two deep marks, I am happy
Jacaranda in Sydney every November has become a fairy tale world, everywhere is a piece of purple, after the wind blows, there will be a thick layer of purple on the ground, after the wheels are rolled there are two deep marks, I am happy
Jacaranda in Sydney every November has become a fairy tale world, everywhere is a piece of purple, after the wind blows, there will be a thick layer of purple on the ground, after the wheels are rolled there are two deep marks, I am happy
Jacaranda in Sydney every November has become a fairy tale world, everywhere is a piece of purple, after the wind blows, there will be a thick layer of purple on the ground, after the wheels are rolled there are two deep marks, I am happy
Jacaranda in Sydney every November has become a fairy tale world, everywhere is a piece of purple, after the wind blows, there will be a thick layer of purple on the ground, after the wheels are rolled there are two deep marks, I am happy
Jacaranda in Sydney every November has become a fairy tale world, everywhere is a piece of purple, after the wind blows, there will be a thick layer of purple on the ground, after the wheels are rolled there are two deep marks, I am happy
Jacaranda in Sydney every November has become a fairy tale world, everywhere is a piece of purple, after the wind blows, there will be a thick layer of purple on the ground, after the wheels are rolled there are two deep marks, I am happy
