The past, still self-love, in this woman, unforgettable.

The bluebird is diligent, takes away the feelings, paves the love, and invites you to come.

The butterflies are fluttering, bringing colorful, brewing innocence, and I hope you will taste it.

Zhao Zhao Tianming, a hundred turns and a thousand times, I can't ask for it, all admiration.

Gao Gao Yueshu, haunted by dreams, tossing and turning, difficult to sleep.

Yesterday chiseled, now rocky, time and space staggered, this heart is confused.

Such a covenant, although it has been overdue, is affectionate and happy.

Hidden deeply, the sea of spirit is churning, and the lips and tongues are surging up, but it is a pity.

If a mortal falls in love with an angel's smile, how can he have it?

Are you willing to fall into the mortal dust again for me?

Every time I think of this, the dawn appears, the brocade chicken glue, the dream of galloping.

But the husband is contemptuous, it is illusory, it has become a dream, and it seems to be awake but not awake.

A bunch of winter plums contemplate spring, and the cold wind and cold rain knock on the door.

The twilight is quietly faint, where to pursue the person in the dream.

- "Seeing the Plum * Dream Seeker"

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