If you will, my heart will give you. If you will, my tears will be shed for you. I am not an author, just a dreamer.

When you meet, you are the most beautiful, and you meet passers-by in the vast sea of people. It was the most beautiful face I have ever seen, as clear as water.

I can't predict what will happen in the future, so if I can, let me lie quietly in bed and have a sweet dream.

Shaohua is fleeting, youth is gone, and the young man in the flower season makes a wish on the rooftop, and his heart wanders with the distance. Tears are a testament to the traces of time, and if I don't cry or laugh, then what will be the end of the story.

A cloud floats in the sky, the leaves of a tree fall with the wind, and the river moves with the wind. Fish, swimming desperately in the water, birds, desperately flying in the sky.

My tears flew desperately in the air. Time freezes in this moment, my memory stops forever in this moment, please let my soul stay in the body for a short time, and never fly out again.

"Lonely City in the Sky" Chapter 9 The Old Dream of Paris is being played in the hand, please wait a moment,

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