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City is like a womanIn the daytimewe only see the face of DashiIn the deep of nightwe can see her face after removing makeup.

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Once hand fingersalone at night.So he opened the Yellow title pageand fate bound it badly.When I look backI suddenly find that all my efforts in my life are only for the satisfaction of the people around me.

If it is a mistake at the beginningwhy is it so beautiful.I should all smile brilliantlybut I don't know who gives me the most brilliance.

Wind blowing sand blowing into desertyou wait for mewaiting for ten years of long meditation.

m13397.cnAll the endings have been writtenall the tears have set outbut suddenly forgetis what kind of a beginning.You give me a promiseI'll stay here and never leave again.

When I tell you my troublesit's not complainingit's my trust in you.Stir the fragrant coffee with happinessbake the bread with happiness and wake you up with warmth.

When I kneel down at that momenteveryone is waiting for a resultonly I am waiting for my life.I love three things.