The appearance of Acacia in the attic
Want to see the flowers and make the night melancholy
Listen to the wind and rain, gentle and beautiful as a poem
Write narration with foldout for you
The spring is gone, the moon is cold
I miss you with all the fallen leaves
When we leave, we are sad across the mountain
Waiting for you to meet in winter
The wind looks at you across the mountain through the waning moon
A few wisps of thoughts fall on the ground with the rain
Although I was clothed by the wind and dust, the wind and dust shed back to the building
There are many amorous feelings in the building, but only waiting for you
The wind looks at you across the mountain through the waning moon
A few wisps of thoughts fall on the ground with the rain
Blood splashed peach blossom burned into a fan, when to go empty
Don't be too late
The spring is gone, the moon is cold
I miss you with all the fallen leaves
When we leave, we are sad across the mountain
Waiting for you to meet in winter
The wind looks at you across the mountain through the waning moon
A few wisps of thoughts fall on the ground with the rain
Although I was clothed by the wind and dust, the wind and dust shed back to the building
There are many amorous feelings in the building, but only waiting for you
The wind looks at you across the mountain through the waning moon
A few wisps of thoughts fall on the ground with the rain
Blood splashed peach blossom burned into a fan, when to go empty
Never too late
Gazing at you through the wind
A few wisps of thoughts fall on the ground with the rain
Blood splashed peach blossom burned into a fan, when to go empty
Never too late
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