Go to the west tower without words
The moon is like a hook
Lonesome Indus
Shuo Qingqiu
The scissors are constantly straightened and disordered
It's the sorrow of separation
Do not have a taste in mind
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Go to the west tower without words
The moon is like a hook
Lonesome Indus
Shuo Qingqiu
The scissors are constantly straightened and disordered
It's the sorrow of separation
Do not have a taste in mind
The scissors are constantly straightened and disordered
It's the sorrow of separation
Do not have a taste in mind
Go to the west tower without words
The moon is like a hook
Lonely Wutong
Shuo Qingqiu
The scissors are constantly straightened and disordered
It's the sorrow of separation
Do not have a taste in mind
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