Parkview Green Thirty-one thousand two hundred and fifty-six Old grain Thirty-one thousand two hundred and fifty-six Half a dream

word:Chen Nanxi
is dim. The wall hangs on the meteor, accompanied by a bright dream in the cold night.
empty hands into the white mist, and this world sleepiness.
's eyes were moored with lights, but the sun was shining at the eleventh hour.
left me in the place
with the night
night for me to be silent
let me think
is my choice
and you cherish it
does not have to be given to me
has not yet occurred
has long been a turning point
and so on, my temper has become rational. Who cares about my friendship?
's reason is empty, and I feel meaningless.
thought about it in the past and went all the way to pick it up.
should be slow.
spring breeze throw me at the city gate
accompany that evening
was judged by me in the evening
is my calculation
was determined by me
and you cherish it
has not yet occurred
has long been a turning point
treasure your own treasure
impermanence leaves me a waste of strength
and other long nights
in the quiet grass
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