梦断微凉，残烛燃序 ，自挥毫，伤心语 。
Dream is slightly cool, and the residual burn is self-waving, and the heart is quite.
Cold cloud, frost moon is fragile,
sigh old words, film wind.
I don't know, where the monogramed flowers are overflowed, drunk.
Heartx is like a stream, a leaf swaying,
Do you have a white?
The night is free, waiting to be ordinary,
a few secluded blue locks.
Relying on the window, floating a dream, the count is full of love yesterday.
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