Dew moistens the lips of flowers.
In the time before dawn.
Evaporate silently or hide in the grass.
Tears of flowers swallowed tenderness.
Sorrow turns into pain.
No chance to enjoy the scenery
Looks lost in the world
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Swallows nest under the eaves.
Migrate away and wait for arrival.
It has been a habit for many years to sing deeply.
Plunder the moonlight
Sharp tears penetrated half a mandarin duck.
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Beautiful moon, go alone.
A far-fetched story with no ending
There is more sadness between time.
Ambiguous wisps of fragrance, petals make public.
Through the magic shadow of secularism and lies
Go up, go deep
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Fairy tales in dreams
The contest between witches and justice
The winner is self-evident
Stray cats meet stray dogs.
Look face to face.
Not the same kind of escape.
Perhaps, there is no need to panic about it.
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The waking star is far away from us.
Through the world of melancholy and confusion.
I can't find fireworks.
Blindness is not as beautiful as epiphyllum.
Vulgar people comfort themselves.
It just blooms in an instant.
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The crimson maple leaves fall
The two overlapping pieces are gently crushed by the palm of your hand.
You can't feel the pain when you are injured.
At the intersection of spirit and soul
Swing a ray of light and sneak in