Knowing your news is like theism.
I can’t guess that God is beyond deification.
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Say it once and tell me again.
I love you. Don’t repeat it over and over again.
Will make you look like a cuckoo song
But remember, in that green forest
It’s fresh spring in the valley fields.
Being covered in a green gauze is not perfect.
If she’s missing that cuckoo syllable
It’s so dark around love.
Be in pain and anxiety.
I cried, say it again, I love you.
Too many stars, that is, each one is spinning too much.
Too many flowers mean that each flower is full of spring.
Say you love me, you love me as soon as you ring the silver bell.
Remember, I still have to love my soul in silence.
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Cuckoo’s singing syllables are simple, so people say the same thing endlessly than cuckoo’s songs. English poets often report cuckoo in spring poems and then say that fresh spring is not perfect without cuckoo’s singing.
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When our souls stand up magnificently
Quietly face to face closer and closer.
The stretched wings are at the top of each bend.
What else can I worry about when I burst into Mars?
Throw it at us and make us unwilling
Stay here for a long time. Go ahead.
The sky is on our side.
Deep, intimate silence falls into a string
Golden harmony song, dear, let’s
Stay on the ground. The world is full of disputes.
Retire backward and leave pure souls.
One side is isolated from Xu and has a foothold in it.
Love here for a day, even though it’s dark
Death keeps spinning around it.
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Is that true? Will you if I die?
Lose some life because of losing me.
According to you, the sunshine will bring a chill
Wet loess covered my face.
What a surprise! I appreciate your kindness
Love me in the letter. It’s you, but that’s it
Here, take care. I can keep my trembling hands.
You pour the wine, okay? Then I’ll throw it away.
The shadow of dead dreams holds life up again
Love me. Look at my breath. Oh, me.
How many ladies have sacrificed their love?
I’ll give up the grave, too.