Every time I feel lonely at home
Look again at a good book you appreciate
In the postscript, autumn heart is sorrow
The novel is a solo
Thinking of you, I broke up on the street corner in autumn
The middle corner of yeluo Street
The original season has changed cold feeling
Asking how long is called having
I still can't see why you didn't explain yourself
Sorrow is like the time when the red leaves fall
Sadness in the stay, a pile of missing is not enough
After that, I still remember the time of kissing
Only think of the white head, the body is like a puppet
Do you know that happiness floats away like leaves
Every time the tears fall on the corner of the eye
Like blindfolded hands, spend a lifetime exploring
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