Song of life, love, love, let the past of all life, in the review of the moment, become clear. In the middle of nowhere, keep a prime heart, holding a elegant, quiet and gentle life, let the warmest love, after the blossoming, learn to go with ease, relaxation, not floating. Time is changing, you and I are getting old, but true love is coy, constant love is the warmth of life planted in the hearts of the buried incense, but also because of love, and has deep connections .
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