Friday, February 14, 2020

Plum Blossoms Acacia Worry

The horizon was broken, but it was returned, and the plum blossom scent was smelled. Also a sad solo traveler, the bottle of wine can have a magpie back.
The clothes are fluttering, the silver phoenix is flying, and the highlights are red and white. Unbearable wandering reluctant to return, hate the sky to understand sadness.

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