Who cares about this?
Prosperous etiquette, like this cumbersome costume, why not take it off and hug each other to sleep.
Saying "Miss", our story is destined to be entangled in the fate of this unpredictable relationship.
The lover who can't keep kissing. How much guilt is stuck in your chest, you just have to touch it, every inch of your skin is calling your name.
Your appearance is fair, but to me it is the face of a lover who is more lovely than the dawn and more charming than the sunset.
Our mean and poor gentleman.
In fact, whether you are a gentleman, it doesn't matter if you are a son of a craftsman.
You are the messenger of God, sent to let us meet.
But you have been seen through the evil tentacles.
You gave me the body of freedom, at the cost of the freedom of my love.
You imprison our souls, begging for an expensive price.
Unexpectedly, your majestic appearance can't conceal your smelly copper.
God finally called you back in time.
May your consummate love be able to wash away all the sins you have made in the world.
And mother, our dear old mother.
Even though your face is so abominable to the world, every wrinkle on it is so kind and warm to me.
Just because you gave birth to me, abandoned me, and found me.
The gallows are so humble, how can you carry your noble head. My hands are so dirty, how can I touch your face. My heart is so unfilial, how can I accept your infinite love.
Let the world, the sordid people, laugh at us arbitrarily.
When we love each other passionately, their jealous eyes will burn their rotten hearts.
Honest uncle, you still did a good thing in the end.
This Garden of Eden, no matter what it was once filled with, from now on
, it will be thriving, witnessing the endless life of our love!
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