Works
elegiac song and weeping elegy (idiom); fig. mournful lament
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Categories: youthfulness
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The red dust is so intoxicating, how many times do I feel sad and regretful? The beauty of the smile of the eyes across the wave of charm, the wind flow to the death of no regrets. The figure in the memory has gradually disappeared in the long sleep ...... Whenever I look up, it seems that I have lost something important. The clouds are dispersed, the smoke is dazzling, the dream lingers constantly, who is the mourning ...... If there is that day, you are not you, I am not me ...... Is not ...... it will be different? ★☆★★--Part I--Obligations of the longest Yin away from the charm--★☆★★ (master and disciple) [big brother, I feel that the little brother how more and more like the master?] [Maybe the little brother is really the master his son ......] [also ...... oooh, I'm jealous of the little brother!] [...... Why?] [There is a beautiful father!!!] [Ugh! Why don't we want to have a family when we've been taught by our master?"] [probably