At dawn, this feeling never exceeds べ, and it is half smoke and half sand. I remember the empty city, and the farthest you are my latest love, Zhu Ya Meng, enjoying% _ _, my fingertips are wandering on the other side, still attached to _, leaves and dust caress, misty rain is like a dream, flowers and fog of missing bloom, gathering with tears and continuing _.

Helpless, the rainy season, speechless, dream for the rest of my life, like water in the past, idolizing the moon, this side of bloom, the south wind is like summer grass, lavender tears, that season is beautiful, Tik Tok's personal name has been fashionable for 20 years, memories, injuries, flowers withered, floating city has no memories.