Dream

Whoever stepped on the dry branches and slammed, the fireworks painted the screen.
When is the sleeve of a fragrance, the letter of love of the red leaves is long,
He said that he would go wandering to a beautiful place.
Who’s singing gently and gently,
Whose tears are quiet.
The years are paid for,
They said to each other that they had to face the storm.
It’s a bit of yellow, and the maple leaves are red with autumn frost.
In this dream, life is like singing,
Who else is on the scene.
The dim candlelight is lightly shaken, and who is under the red hijab.
The flowers of tears and Rongxitang, quietly put aside.
Reminiscences like silent film playback, engraving an inch of old time,
He said that he would go wandering to a beautiful place.
Who’s singing gently and gently,
Whose tears are quiet.
I will make a pair of birds to fly,
After crying, I can’t catch up.
The other year is cold in July and a half, and the sun is getting shorter.
In this dream, the lone paddle is far away.
Go to other places and forget.
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