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He carried her step by step.

Walking quietly down the street,

Walking quietly in the shade of a tree,

Walk quietly in the light,

Walk quietly in the night.

What kind of warmth and warmth is that,

How reluctant to look back and look back,

But it is a quiet breath ,,,.

Quiet breathing,

It's quiet forgetfulness again.

Quiet forgetfulness,

It's so quiet that you forget a lot of it,

Forget all about all the general,

There quietly waiting,

There quietly waiting,

Feel his stubbornness there,

Feel his stubbornness,

I also feel the steadfastness of my heart.

The Soul leaned her face sideways against his back steadily and comfortably.

Feel comfortable and relaxed,

A kind of radical relaxation,

Relax your body and mind,

It's as if the original wound won't bleed,

And there was no more bloodshed.

It's as if,

She wasn't hurt,

Haven't been bitten by a dog.

The bard was lying on his back,

Asked softly, "Hey,

Am I hurt? ”

Yin Ling also knows that the question he asks is idiotic,

But she just wanted to ask him,

She wanted to hear his answer.

"Fool,

Have you ever been injured?

Don't you know? ”

He kept looking at the road without looking back.

I watched the road ahead and walked step by step.

He said, "Silly girl,

If you are not injured,

So where am I taking you now? ”

"Fall...... Failed ......"

Reciting his name deeply.

As if soft immersed in the heart,

Immersed in the heart,

The smile that suddenly bloomed in that trance and oblivion,

Suddenly the joy resurfaced,

With emotion and gratitude,

with warmth.

That's distant,

That's unapproachable.