回复鍏崄涓�瀛�
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> 鍏崄涓�瀛� wrote: >50，月光下，咒语浮上你的嘴唇 > >Curses fall from your lips, and the moon smiles. >Those curses come from rubies forged in fire. >Curse again, your words caress my heart >Like a breeze that stirs the petals of a flower. > >仿佛是烈火煅烧的宝石， >在微笑的月...
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