With nothing to do, I compose a poem.
Pavilion\Beloved\How much sorrow\The stars and moon remain the same\Who understands the beloved's worries\Tonight is sleepless again\Rising late to put on the phoenix robe\Alone ascending the high tower\Unable to bear the cold\Thinking of\You
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Tsk...
Lose life -.-
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I smelled the scent of vanity, what familiar characters and words.
Good layout. But this is also quite wet.
Really drunk, OP, what a good poem
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