In the middle of the night, I stroked the piano alone by the railing,

The cicada singing is a harmony.

The stars don't lead home,

The lights are unprovoked.

Wanderer's heartfelt moon immersion,

The Yiren were in tears, and the cold wind invaded.

Ten years of reunion dreams,

Find it all in the acacia song!

2017.03.16

"Luoying Poetry Collection" 34, the wanderer is in the middle of the hand, please wait for a while,

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