How far the distance before a miss
Or shadow of stars
Those buried deep in the eyes of the humble and pain
Always leave
..... Grinding the music ah
Rekindled my hands
Boiling is skipping the keyboard
Still struggling in the fingertips hesitate
Vertical drop and deeply distressed
Where I went to hide
Where not only listen to the marble on the river flows
The number of mosaic into the blood tactfully
Flower pots bathed in sunshine
Xuepian time or can not see
By deleting the white burning lips on the crazy Laoxia
Time and again dried up
Time and again in exile
Staring at the final in the away hesitation
Keep your eyes with deep emotion
Fingers touch the place
Spacing of the face and prostitution
But you praise the voice of my
Gently from the blue dream
Indus and clove trees in flower business
Chung aromatic atmosphere in the local burnout
No surprise, no shaking, no empty
Insert a piece of marble
Yinrou tread quietly filled
Drying in the window of poetry
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