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A dream of Chihiro

Dip the plain pen into red candle tears and copy your previous life on the white silk paper. Candlelight captures my full lovesickness and passes through the corridor of previous life. In the ancient story, it goes back and forth and embeds the footprints of searching. Fu a thousand-year song of “high mountains and flowing water”, release the beautiful yearning of “Liang Zhu” and send it by candlelight every night. A hammer of Twilight drum, a flood of autumn water, old in the past life, the bridge was broken, the over the space of lover, still waiting, looking for, the dream person, do you still remember our broken bridge date? In the rose-colored halo, you came, walking calmly and calmly, carrying a wisp of clivia’s elegant Geniss, holding a tube of flute, and wading all the way to the water, with a quiet smile in the jaw, buckle My inaccessible heart. Gently, somewhere in the heart, it is full of rippling ripples warm air blower, green mountains, green trees and red flowers, and I am also drunk, drunk in the eye waves of your past life, drunk in every gentle flute sound, drunk in every line of your life, every que was obsessed with an ancient legend in his deep and shallow words, so I stubbornly believed that the fate of ups and downs was the reincarnation of a flower and a butterfly. So I just want to devote my whole life’s tenderness to love you, and take the butterfly flying by mistake in the previous life as the hairpin orchid beside the temple of this life. The leisurely pulse is coming with the wind, and the dance is red dust. The wind shook and fireworks fell. The instant dazzle seems to be played by the sound of nature, but I can’t tell whether the dancing in front of me is a transparent butterfly wing or a fairy neon colored wing, what’s more, ROSY candle tears are whispering love words for thousands of years for the candle soul, I want to hold your hand, dance the breeze surplus sleeves, and make the flowers full of clothes. Gazing After the wind, looking at the distance unknown. Stroking his shoulder was still intoxicated, full of red marks. Gently stretch out your hand and collect a lasting beauty for you. Then he smiled and said to himself: Candlelight is beautiful, candle tears are drunk, why stick to an ending? Red tears explain lovesickness. Then, let me pick up a few pieces of candlelight as tea, and my hand as a cup. The tender feelings around my fingers become water, making you a pot of fresh and mellow tea bar, so that in all the years to come, what is filled with is the fragrance of eternal missing. (Thanks for reading)

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