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The morning breeze is late, the rain falls on the stream
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Categories: words and feelings
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In order to get rid of the sadness of the stream, from stepping on this land is doomed to face the destiny of the robbery ~ if she can she would like to have been sitting under that plum blossom tree, do not grow up, do not forget ~ invisible winds eroded half of the city walls, destroyed her heart defense, is it sympathy, or is it love? Lonely morning, stubbornly waiting for the light of the sun, but can not break through the layers of fog; gentle...