Taken off the net.

I might as well call it Ori Willow or Wine.

Ha ha.

Cover your face and smile.

Tears flowed down her fingers.

Such as the last sentence.

Heart.

Like ashes.

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White tea Qinghuan has nothing else to do

I'm waiting for the wind, and I'm waiting for you

If the wine is broken, the willows are now separated

There is no wind, no moon, and no you

Like drinking tea, there is not much taste, like a tailwind waiting for you by the way, the bitter wine breaks the willow branches and separates today, and from then on there is no wind and snow in my world and no you. It's a very dull day, but after having you, there seems to be a waiting every day, I thought that this love would be as difficult to break as a willow branch, but it was still separated, this pain is like drinking bitter wine, and there will be no more wind and snow and snow and you in my own world.

Come with me, I am worried about you, love letters to you, sleepless nights are for you, the morning of March is for you, the first bite of ice cream is given to you, the last fish ball of Haidilao is given to you, the hand is given to you, the arms are given to you, the ticket is given to you, the trek is given to you, the waiting is given to you, the keys are given to you, the home is given to you, the loneliness and the rest of your life for sixty years, all for you.

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