The rain in the night, the endless thoughts, the wind is like a line, the rain is like a line, and it is sent to your chest. In the quiet heart, the roses are delicate and beautiful, and the enchantment spreads like fire, and you gently come to my arms. The old days, mottled misses.

The dark fragrance floats away, the lonely shadow perches at dusk, the flying flowers are light like a dream, the silk rain is as fine as sorrow, the grass-colored blue light is unwanted, the morning and twilight become haggard, scattered into mud fragrance as before, the begonias are like brocade, can not withstand the wind and rain, and the cold autumn falls.

The candle flame in the clouds, looking back is vaguely like yesterday, the flowers are lazy to review, who complains about the situation, but the beauty is there, and the smoke willow is broken

On a moonlit night, white chrysanthemums bloom on the water

The palm holding the teardrop blooms with a white chrysanthemum

Survive the harsh winter and look forward to seeing you again

Survive the harsh winter and hope to love you again

Nothing remains the same, nothing remains the same

Unreal! Spend this cold season!

On a moonlit night, white chrysanthemums bloom on the water

The palm holding the teardrop blooms with a white chrysanthemum

On snowy nights, chrysanthemums bloom in the fields

The pale white chrysanthemum that blooms is like a lost smile

Snow! Let me go back to the days when everything was pure and flawless

O snow! Let me go back to the time when I still had you

Grief and memories

It's unreal! Just let the snow take it away!

On snowy nights, chrysanthemums bloom in the fields

The pale white chrysanthemum that blooms is like a lost smile

The night is the years of stagnancy, and the years are the night of flow. You stop at the doorway, turn around, and hand me a short glance. Is this parting? Will everything be forgotten? Like a glorious autumn past, everywhere will be covered with indifferent snow.

I longed for their lip flaps

When I saw them hidden

Haunt in the shadows

-They're white-

If anyone looks at me with the old longing of her eyes,

How will I answer her looks?

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