Strings falling tenderness

Gentle breeze, mixed with the red light of the Rising Sun, reflects on the sparkling lake surface. On the lake, there were her smile, his smile and my smile. The night quietly covered the sky with a black coat. Not far away, under the pavilion with fallen leaves scattered, a graceful woman stroked the strings of the piano, looking up and sighing. The Moonlight was shining on the broken stars, reflecting on her cheeks, making people crazy. The string sounds are everywhere, but tears cannot be suppressed for a long time. They roll between the strings, depicting pictures of nostalgia. The laughter, the touch and the unwillingness of the past have already turned into pieces of floating clouds, but they can still tear their hearts and make them feel painful. The worry in my heart, where I return. The wings of ephemera, picking clothes. The worry in my heart, return to me. Ephemera digs and reads, linen is like snow. The worry of my heart, what should I say? The sadness surrounded my heart, and pieces of red leaves added a sad style to the pavilion, lingering. Do you know I am waiting for you? The red leaves are withered and yellow, and time has passed away. Can I find her in my dream by waiting, waiting in the rain and familiar fragrance? In the pool, lotus leaves twisted her weak body, humming the melody of love; Leaves opened their eyes, providing me with a broader vision; On the path, cherry blossoms were full of Bloom. I adjusted my clothes and went straight to the pavilion. The music echoed, missing? Feeling sorrow? Long? Or pursuit? Who knows the worry? Whoever knows it, don’t think about it.

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