Once I want to be true to you
We hug a kiss without bored
Hope the heart of you, I see my children But love it first.
Your pattern of life makes me bitter
My loyalty you describe lightning,
Let's just say everything has become sand
To you this is the last poem The beautiful smile is now weakening
My right wing was broken
The heart is full of pine
Falling to the ground
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