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红，像年华盛放的气味红，像斜阳渐远的纪念若染上了未尝便醉那份热度从来未退你是最绝色的伤口或许
Red, like the smell of love in full bloom red, as the fading sun memorial If you have noticed the taste of the drunk never share the heat you never been the most stunning wounds Maybe