Don't after half a year did not receive your letter, thought for you to break thousands of inches, each inch is tied with thousands of sorrow, each worry knot is pulling my heart. The opportunity to meet is so rare, regret should not be so easily separated, it is the same last year pear white as snow, climb to see flowers more hurt spring. Acacia love can only be in the heart of stasis, acacia story nowhere to tell, worry over the day and worry clouds cover the moon, worry to the mood more pathetic. The tears of sorrow flowed continuously, dyeing the bright red cuff black and yellow.
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