The night is shattered.
Every one of your faith,
小荷作文网 www.zww.cn every stroke of youth youth,
let me understand,
understand the past,
obsessed with the fly.
I dream of stranded on the shore on the beach,
my heart can only stop in the past,
I miss it and I walked there,
is the shell, shell tears,
precipitation in the white chain the horizon.
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