The peach blossoms are first stained with the fragrance of clothes, and the most heartbreaking season is the most heartbroken.

The flowers fall and the fragrance is gone, and the world returns to the old thoughts.

I always take a walk by the lake

But he was alienated from the side of the road where the wild flowers smiled

I stroked the willow tree from time to time

But I can't touch the gentle warm sun

Where's wrong

Isn't the old legend really old

Morning Glory and Weaver Girl pass by

Could it be that legends are just legends

The night was full of tears

There is no galaxy

If tomorrow morning light is absent from now on

Just wash an apple and set it on the seashore

If no one comes to love you

Just press my dreams under your pillow

But

How can no one love you

The wisp of wind that slipped through my fingertips

Where else to blow

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