Late at night, I stood on the balcony and smoked, I smoked half of it, the wind smoked half of it, I didn't bother with the wind, maybe the wind was also troubled.
This night, the moonlight melted into my heart like a clear spring. I brew the lovesickness in my heart into elixir, and I only want to see you in my dreams.
Acacia is an indescribable feeling, like a dye seeping into my **, deep into my bone marrow, and like a fire, burning me tossing and turning, difficult to sleep.
On this quiet night, I leaned against the window and looked at the bright moon, like your eyes, clear and bright, warming my heart all the time.
Scoop up a spoonful of moonlight, I'm afraid that the night is too long, and the evening breeze will disturb the past, just because the clouds are greedy for the starlight, and now my eyes are filled with tears, and who are you grooming for?
I will hide this deep longing in the bottom of my heart, like the remnants of autumn flowers, although it has long withered, but life will not disappear. Then, with this thought, I will spend every autumn until I see you.
And this thought, contains thoughts, care and regret, every time I think of you, I always remember the years, as well as those moments that passed by you.
Take a sip of wine, the aroma lingers on the tip of the nose, and the wine beats on the tip of the tongue.
When I closed my eyes, I seemed to see a girl in a dress, holding a delicate book, quietly flipping through it, and every now and then, she would raise her head and stare at the sky with her bright eyes.
With my hands outstretched, I could hear the melodious birdsong in the park, the rustle of the breeze through the leaves, and even the throbbing from the depths of my heart.
I put this affection into a glass of light wine, and turned all the attachment into a trickle, and let it flow to its heart's content.
At the same time, I condensed this thought into drops of crystal tears, sliding down the edge of the wine glass, each drop is my affectionate confession to you, like the stars in the night sky, bright and shining.
And I'm like a watchman, standing quietly in front of the window, waiting for your arrival.
In the wee hours of the morning, the night was hazy, and I seemed to hear footsteps in the distance, which were your steps, light and cheerful.
I'm looking forward to it, I'm looking forward to seeing you, I'm looking forward to seeing you. The wine in the glass gradually decreased, but the desire in the heart grew stronger.
I know that no matter where you are, my thoughts will travel through time and space and fly to your heart.
In this beautiful night, I brew acacia into wine, waiting for your drunken sleep, I hope you can feel my deep love, and write a lifetime of love with me.
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