Later, he reluctantly left the mountain in a big truck. He wanted to take you away, but you stayed in the mountain. I want to ask you, was it because of Balzac that you didn't leave with him? And I know that later you left alone because of Balzac.
That day, I was playing the violin in front of your house, you were biting your lips inside the house, your chest was jumping so hard, please don't shed tears, you know? My violin is playing sadness.
Later, this mountain is still a mountain. I bought a bottle of perfume, but in the crowd, I couldn't find you. I walked into the river full of paper boats, trying to find a small paper boat with your name on it. The candlelight is overflowing, and I still can't find your name. The little tailor is gone, and perhaps Balzac is to blame.
What bird is flying high?
What bird flies like a pair of knives?
What bird flew to Tianchi?
What kind of bird flies over the green grass?
In the haze, I was playing the violin, you held your chin with your right hand, your eyes were deep, and the water gradually spread to us.
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