The month outside the window

month mounts windowsill piquantly Hold up opens the crack of the curtain Sadly the Jade Hare-the moon deliver Silent night does not have a tiny bit of wind Love the small bug that call repeatedly Outside also stranding the You Tian that get spirit Hazy in I turn a body Strong month sleeps in tenderness Shadow of not heavy still month sheds the dream fly as before Awake Buckish late autumn already was outside the window

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