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The beautiful woman in red dress has no sleep under the lamp, and the lovesickness rises suddenly. At the beginning of the full moon, the beautiful woman leaned against the window, with a wisp of sorrow locked between her eyebrows. She looked at the flickering candlelight, full of sorrow. Looking out the window, the drizzle continued, like the tears that left people, dripping in my heart, a song of parting, tactful and melodious.
I still remember that year, the spring breeze was blowing and the peach blossoms were in full bloom. Fate made them meet. At that time, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and her smile was like a flower. He sprinkled ink for her, and she left a kiss of affection. Time flies, and now, the face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
In the dim light, she carefully unfolded the poem, as if she could feel his temperature. Those words, like a key, opened the door to her heart. She closed her eyes and recalled the past, the peach blossoms seemed to be still in full bloom yesterday, and the affectionate kiss was still yesterday.
The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and it made a crisp sound on the window lattice. She opened the window and let the raindrops drift in. She reached out and felt the cold raindrops fall on her palm. At that moment, she seemed to be one with nature, intertwined with that endless longing.
The pain of lovesickness is like this drizzle, endless. She knows that if she wants to hold hands and grow old together, she must wait patiently, endure loneliness, stick to that affection, and wait for his return. She believed that one day, they would meet again in the place where the peach blossoms were in full bloom.
Pretty woman, sleepless lovesickness under the lampShe sighed softly and closed the window again. In that little room, her heart filled the whole world.