Between your fingers, the warm veins flow tightly closed lips, hiding the lie that wants to be spoken and stopped, I let the blazing love in my chest be hot and sorrowful, melt in the red candle west window painting, and laugh at the embroidery
author：Wind whispers
Between your fingers, the veins of warmth flow
紧闭的双唇，藏着欲言又止的谎
I let the love burn in my chest
Idleness, melted in the west window of the red candle
The lotus flower in the painting laughs at the mandarin duck on the embroidered pillow
The good day spends a full moon, beautifying a disguise
When I woke up, the morning dew had dried, and the thin horse packed his bags
In the twilight, separation is more hurried than death
At the ends of the earth, there are you riding the wind and waves
The courtyard is deep, building a south wall for me to miss
The forgotten oath sent me to the execution ground of this life
Shaohua is like a driver, the red face is twilight, and the enemy is no match for time
满院狼藉，枯叶向着愁云飞扬
Falling flowers, buried with dead love
About the Author
Seeking Daigo: A post-80s science and engineering girl, born in the land of Xiaoxiang, grew up on the bank of the Jialing River, dressed in the coat of a designer, and hid the heart of Dan who loves words.
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Between your fingers, the warm veins flow tightly closed lips, hiding the lie that wants to be spoken and stopped, I let the blazing love in my chest be hot and sorrowful, melt in the red candle west window painting, and laugh at the embroidery
Between your fingers, the warm veins flow tightly closed lips, hiding the lie that wants to be spoken and stopped, I let the blazing love in my chest be hot and sorrowful, melt in the red candle west window painting, and laugh at the embroidery
Between your fingers, the warm veins flow tightly closed lips, hiding the lie that wants to be spoken and stopped, I let the blazing love in my chest be hot and sorrowful, melt in the red candle west window painting, and laugh at the embroidery
Between your fingers, the warm veins flow tightly closed lips, hiding the lie that wants to be spoken and stopped, I let the blazing love in my chest be hot and sorrowful, melt in the red candle west window painting, and laugh at the embroidery
Between your fingers, the warm veins flow tightly closed lips, hiding the lie that wants to be spoken and stopped, I let the blazing love in my chest be hot and sorrowful, melt in the red candle west window painting, and laugh at the embroidery
Between your fingers, the warm veins flow tightly closed lips, hiding the lie that wants to be spoken and stopped, I let the blazing love in my chest be hot and sorrowful, melt in the red candle west window painting, and laugh at the embroidery
