In the joyful spring, the leaves are already green, oh, the thrush sings happily! In the chaos of light, I seek, my eyes have never seen a lover, oh, happy doves with golden wings! This one was worn from Europe. In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch. The days are long and sometimes endless, and this hatred lasts forever. This one came through the Tang Dynasty. The night gave me a pair of black eyes, but I used him to find...

"Stockholm Lovers" NO.88 Should the lid of the box be opened? I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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