Song _ Liu Yong
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A butterfly in love with flowers
Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Missing is a disease, of course, it must come from the inside. Thinking about it is equivalent to torturing yourself.
Let time to resolve, be indifferent and optimistic, and it will be fine.