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With you, love of butterfly

If you meet you unexpectedly, you will see a thousand years at a glance; If the literature is moved and the water cannot be recovered, you will meet each other late; If you feel sad and heartbroken, the sea will dry and the rocks will rot; If you are separated by Heaven and Earth, and your heart will be entangled, you will be accompanied by each other; if life is just the first sight, why is autumn wind sad painting fan. In the past years, we will join hands to cross, and everything is already doomed. The past is like the wind, a floating life in dream. Being a stranger to the red dust, several times of wind and rain, several times of dark thinking, a period of fate turned around, but it was beautiful love of butterfly. Lovesickness flies, writing, missing disaster, tears have been thousands of lines, plain letters, full of love. With you, between the lines, the endless pledge of eternal love, that delayed devotion has already been Yingman in my words, there is no way to block the overwhelming love, deep love never be afraid, insist on the heart, pulse, I have been accused of long love, and I will never change in this life. The dust is dreamlike, and the flowers are floating on their own. There are so many feelings. I have lost your Zhu Yan, but I have gained weight from the past. I am waiting for you. I have no regrets in my life. I remember your years, wandering for several degrees, butterflies are full of flowers, but it is a pledge of eternal love for a beautiful meeting. With you, knowing each other and keeping together, the interweaving of words is still as natural and unrestrained as the wind and as indifferent as the cloud. Love is just because of words. With you, you are deeply in love. It is known that you are the deepest attachment in my mood for love. With a plain pen, you outline a exquisite-heart shape. You are in my lake, the most beautiful ripples. Flowers are blooming, butterflies are flying, they can’t be found, and they are difficult to abandon. In the most beautiful years, I will use the deepest tenderness to touch our love of butterfly. If you don’t leave, I will never give up. With you, the pure years, the meridians in the words, delicate and soft, light dance a paper darkstory, deep in the heart, calm and calm. The mountains of rotoman spring are full of flowers, the red dust is bright and colorful, the butterfly dance is always colorful, looking back, the poetry is full, the red peach garden is green, the three-Life Stone is colorful, the wings are flying, the long-cherished wish, walking, the painting is continuous. Perhaps the accident of love at first sight with you, destined, all originated from the deep affection of never having to say goodbye when you left in a previous life. With you, the search of thousands of rivers and mountains, the waiting of Shaohua, the tenderness across thousands of years, just because you are crazy, full of love, lingering into a string of notes, condensed at your fingertips. In this life and this life, I will accompany you with the red dust, drive a horse, sing wine, share with you the prosperity of the world, share two hearts with you, and blend two feelings. I am willing to share my love with you in green, and play the piano, use your heart to change my heart, let your heart meet, tender feeling like water, deep memory at first. With you, a flower and a dream, a bright smile like a flower, a past life, qionglou Yu, a locked romance, this life, a kiss of fate, and a wish to walk with you through a season of flowers blooming and falling. With you, flowers bloom and butterflies all over the sky, sigh softly. The meeting time is short, gathering and parting are like flowers and dying butterflies, gathering and parting a few times, leaving a few times, three thousand green silk and white hair, looking back, you shed tears on your cheeks and leave the station full of thoughts.

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