Author/Book Mu Jin Tang
There is her far away
There is a net
The web of fate woven
The soul of the same frequency
Willingly, self-casting nets
It is the direction of the dream
Also, where dreams blossom
there
There is her fragrance
Life is more than just trouble
There is also her far away
Pack the dough into a sac
Let the sweat guide the way
Go for it
A girl from afar
Put there her far away
Packed, boiling atrium
Let the time be confirmed
The fragrance of that flower
Let her
Light that ignites your life
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