#You are a moving poem#"Exit", the night is like ink lilacs, purple by a bed, a smooth moon blanket wrapped in a faint glow, sprinkled with a room of sweet fragrance, the tears hanging in the corners of your eyes are your hands
author：Shu Kingdom Ziyu
#You are a moving poem#
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The night is like ink
Lilac purple
Take advantage of a sleek moon blanket
Wrapped in a faint glow
Enter with the window
Sprinkle a room full of sweet fragrance
Tears hanging in the corners of the eyes
It's your hands
Untouchable raindrops
Crystal clear thoughts
Burn lonely in the cold
The bloody heart blows down the vicissitudes of a lifetime
The bright moon adorns the strings of flowers
One night at a time
Lyricize the fragrance of flowers
It's still the same sun
In your hand warmth
Bursting golden
I stared at this thread
Warm sunshine
Like staring at an exit in the dark
Go to where the heart is
Hiding a forgotten past
Kiss the looming future
#You are a moving poem#"Exit", the night is like ink lilacs, purple by a bed, a smooth moon blanket wrapped in a faint glow, sprinkled with a room of sweet fragrance, the tears hanging in the corners of your eyes are your hands
#You are a moving poem#"Exit", the night is like ink lilacs, purple by a bed, a smooth moon blanket wrapped in a faint glow, sprinkled with a room of sweet fragrance, the tears hanging in the corners of your eyes are your hands
#You are a moving poem#"Exit", the night is like ink lilacs, purple by a bed, a smooth moon blanket wrapped in a faint glow, sprinkled with a room of sweet fragrance, the tears hanging in the corners of your eyes are your hands
#You are a moving poem#"Exit", the night is like ink lilacs, purple by a bed, a smooth moon blanket wrapped in a faint glow, sprinkled with a room of sweet fragrance, the tears hanging in the corners of your eyes are your hands
#You are a moving poem#"Exit", the night is like ink lilacs, purple by a bed, a smooth moon blanket wrapped in a faint glow, sprinkled with a room of sweet fragrance, the tears hanging in the corners of your eyes are your hands
#You are a moving poem#"Exit", the night is like ink lilacs, purple by a bed, a smooth moon blanket wrapped in a faint glow, sprinkled with a room of sweet fragrance, the tears hanging in the corners of your eyes are your hands
