For the night of the bed, who knows the years, months and years.

How many red dust fairies.

The color is like the day, how the moon comes, and where to sleep.

By the railing, the east wind blows, and you can see the world.

can know, the years are not forgiving.

It can be seen that it comes and goes without a trace.

When I woke up, there was no one to accompany me.

Don't ask when you have flowers, and you don't have flowers to take care of yourself.

Laugh at him, yesterday's love, today's resentment.

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