To the night of the bed, who knows the days and months of the year,

How many red dust fairies.

It is like a silk silk, and it is like a red knotweed that can't sleep.

Leaning on the trunk, the east wind blows, looking at the world.

can know, Shaohua is splendid.

Who knows, spring dreams in my heart.

After waking up, for example, the old one was exiled.

When they get together, they don't ask, and they are reckless.

Until now, the sun curtain is rolling, and the passengers are far away.

- "Bed Night * Travel"

PS: Both self-centered and self-serving, melancholy and sad! Realize that the past is not admonished, and those who know the future can be traced.

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