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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

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I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

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I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

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I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

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I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

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A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

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A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

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I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

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Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

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I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain. The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky.

The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts. I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge.

Gone and come, the face is still there. A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight. Listen to the wind quietly and reach out to caress the rain.

The light under the dusk moon, dimly lit with a fishing fire, filled the night in the mountains, rendering the sky. The vicissitudes of life that slipped and wept blood, flowing out of the round hole of Xiao Sheng, drowning out the thoughts.

I can't bear to forget that out-and-out story, and in an instant it is a fragrance again, and I am moved by refuge. Gone and come, the face is still there.

A thousand kinds of love are fate, or a circle under the candlelight.