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The red color of the fire, like the enthusiasm in her eyes at that time. Poor mulberry flowers continuous undefeated, like he put on her feelings spread over the rest of the year. It's just that the heavenly thunder tosses and turns, and so on and so forth. Since I can't see her endure, I will let her go, the fire will not be extinguished, and we will keep each other day by day. The fragrance of wine has not been extinguished, the God of Heaven why return?