Let life be beautiful like summer flowers
Life, thin and light-off time and time again Frivolous tireless one I heard the echo, from the valleys and the heart Open to the lonely soul of sickle harvesting Repeat outrightly, but also repeat the well-being of Eventually swaying in the desert oasis I believe I am Born as the bright summer flowers Do not withered undefeated fiery demon rule Heart rate and breathing to bear the load of the cumbersome Bored Two I heard the music, from the moon and carcass Auxiliary extreme aestheticism bait to capture misty Filling the intense life, but also filling the pure There are always memories throughout the earth I believe I am Died as the quiet beauty of autumn leaves Sheng is not chaos, smoke gesture Even wilt also retained bone proudly Qing Feng muscle Occult Three I hear love, I believe in love Love is a pool of struggling blue-green algae As desolate micro-burst of wind Bleeding through my veins Years stationed in the belief Four I believe that all can hear Even anticipate discrete,...
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