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My concern

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February 03
People are like the bright moon in the sky Is not available Love is like a song, leaving only There is no way to separate Why is it just disappointment Fill in my emptiness I didn't kiss goodbye this night Still saying forever Surprise is an excuse Never expected to break up But my heart is still occupied by her every minute She seems to be still silent this month Violin solo solo The bright moon is leaning on the late autumn My concern

gift

XY
September 29
The return gift with a stab only trusts defense How cold but still beautiful What you can't get is always precious How to avoid scheming at a disadvantage Reveal awe and test your laws Even if the nightmare is still beautiful Be reconciled to your nobility A suspicious funeral with a bunch of roses Past events are invalid when love has passed away Next generation Bai Rubai is destroyed inexplicably What I got is not that As white as sugar, it was thrown into the world by mistake Death in consumption But when love suddenly turns sour It's dirty Don't mention it

Old Indian Dove

XY
September 21
How can there be loach in the desert

November's Chopin

XY
September 08
A group of bloodthirsty ants were attracted by carrion, and I looked at the lonely scenery without expression Losing your love and hate began to make it clear that there was nothing else to care about after losing you The dove no longer symbolizes peace. I was finally reminded that the vultures were fed in the square I use a beautiful rhyme to describe love that has been plundered Ah Dark clouds began to cover the night, and the echoes of funerals in the park flew all over the sky The white roses I sent you withered in the pure black environment, and the crows were eerily quiet on the branches Listen quietly, my black coat wants to warm your increasingly cold memories The past, the past life Ah, I am in an empty cemetery surrounded by fog I still love you when I'm old Playing Chopin's nocturne for you in memory of my dead love The voice like the night wind, heartbroken, sounds good Hands on the keyboard tap very gently, I miss you very carefully The place where you are buried is called Youming

life

XY
September 01
Life is like a ruthless knife, which changes our appearance.

LIFE

XY
September 01
Life is like a ruthless knife, which changes our appearance.