Tears burst out unexpectedly, as long as Rachmaninoff sounded, is this for Mao? I still can't figure it out. The combination of this song and the frantically moving fingers, the picture, and a little more montage, the tear ducts can no longer be controlled.
I still cried after seeing it. Crazy Brother was playing a ditty in the bar, which was very nice; I was jumping naked in the sun, and the music next to it still made me cry. I'm like a faucet that won't turn off, never ending.
Summer is the brightest season, but there seems to be the most haze in my heart. Young and frivolous will hurt summer.
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