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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

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Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.

Time passes, and the years are vast. The white clouds are frosty for thousands of miles, and they vow to have you. The dead leaves that fell and the colorful butterflies with broken wings were finally the flowing water in the knife, and the autumn rain was sad.

A layer of broken petals has been paved into a long thought, trampled by the wind, insisting on spreading the haggard love.