When the breeze in your hair
If you can think
It was my constant care
When a light drizzle to shed your forehead
If you can feel
It is my sad whisper
How do not care too much do not want to
Comfortable your kind lie
Care about your good faith expectation
Tang wind Mu Song Yu
Find in the fairy tale gone far away
You are not touching a picture
You are my Fuk drunk with a poem
I was stubborn extreme
Practice days
Take four seasons painting
Describe your relentless
Key-in the most beautiful line
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