Feet as the soft dust in deep mystery and sink over the, how to immersed? Red deep, full flowers and winding toward a few, have concentrated the ink pen Danqing, but can not fathom Sentimental Journey Zen edge. Tired to rest, the dream was still drunk, drunk, still awake. Fail to live up to the total negative mind also be true. Po dreams of thin pillow autumn breeze, who mistakenly had young women about? Who is burning the midnight oil in the air that sighed in the Moon Palace? What is the reincarnation of any changes, remains the same, far-off past empty dream. Still, long night in vain thoughts, in the wan look back a sigh of Acacia, lean into the breeze wisp.
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