The night wind knocks on the window
Waiting for my fresh clothes
Smell the light rain outside the window
Long night candle flow
My favorite young man of ink painting
Most want that not dyed secular appearance
Melancholy in my heart
I dare not sing old stories
A dream of lovesickness
But it's deep in my heart
The month I didn't see you was messy
Lacrimal nevus in the corner of the eye
The breeze is clear and clear, and I'm with you in the past
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