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午夜的钟声响过很久很久，但此时睡意全无，灵魂被你占有，血肉被你吸取，生命的精华都遗留给你，剩下只是躯壳而已，是你牵走了我的一切，我的存在是为你而精彩。

The bell at midnight rang for a long, long time, but at this time there was no sleep, the soul was possessed by you, the flesh and blood was absorbed by you, the essence of life was left to you, the rest was just the body, it was you who took everything away from me, and my existence was wonderful for you.

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如果能不回忆，那是我期待已久的安然，为何不愿放下，在酒中沉醉的美感？将你关入那密封的禁地吗？将不愿回忆的继续连同这回忆不尽的美好？

If I can't recall, it's Enron that I've been looking forward to for a long time. Why don't I want to put it down and indulge in the beauty of wine? Will you be locked in the sealed forbidden area? Will not want to continue to recall with this endless memories of good?

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所有经久的流年，最终将会在栀子花开的清香里，褪尽生命的喧嚣，沉浸在最美的纯净里，不问世俗，不问琐碎，只求一份最真的美丽，只求一份淡然。栀子花赋予生命的，应该是人对美好的一份执念和对生命最为热切的一份期盼。美丽的栀子花，会带动所有的芬芳弥漫在它的美丽里。

All the lasting fleeting time will finally fade the noise of life in the fragrance of Gardenia blossom, immerse in the most beautiful purity, do not ask secular, do not ask trivial, just for the most real beauty, just for a cool. What Gardenia gives life should be people's obsession for beauty and their most ardent expectation for life. Beautiful gardenia, will drive all the fragrance diffuse in its beauty.

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是是非非的凡尘，梦一般碎落，风一样无痕。携手规划了下一站的旅途，终不知，坎坷早已逼近在前行的脚步，我用尽所有的气力，怎么也挣脱不了上帝安排好的路。亦或许；当跌倒之后，才知道失败的味道，当时光溜走以后，才回忆起往昔的美好。

Right and wrong of the mortal world, the dream of general broken down, as traceless as the wind. Hand in hand to plan the next stop of the journey, I do not know, bumpy already approaching the pace of forward, I used all my strength, how can not break away from the God arranged road. Or maybe it's only after a fall that I know the taste of failure. At that time, it's only after I slip away that I recall the good things of the past.

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静夜清脆的键盘声似自己的心语，跳跃的文字，轻轻跳出又静静落下，把荧屏激活，让多情的生命彰显无言的魅力，时间不知不觉中过去，天即将破晓，东方的晨曦唤醒沉迷的灵魂，慢慢的，慢慢的，自己醒来，不知何时自己泣不成声，哽咽中心里的文字已湿，随着泪水轻轻滑落。

The clear sound of the keyboard in the quiet night is like my heart's words. The jumping words, which jump out and fall quietly, activate the screen and let the sentimental life show its wordless charm. Time goes by unconsciously, and the day is about to break. The Oriental dawn wakes up the soul of addiction. Slowly, slowly, I wake up. I don't know when I can't cry. The words in the choking center are wet, and I wake up The tears are falling gently.

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