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cherish longing for sb.
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Categories: words and feelings
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I hope that your heart is like my heart, will not live up to the intention of love. Warm incense and powder, dance and song stage; beacon fire and wolf smoke, gold and iron horse. Is the reincarnation? Or is it a dream of yellow sorghum? White clouds, a thousand years. He once said, "Come with me!" She was hesitant. When she finally decided, "Take me away!" But things have changed. Even though she looked back, her destiny came and went, just a brush of the shoulder, a glance back.