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tothkthatidonothavehertofeelthatihavelosther
tohearthesenight,stilloresewithouther
andtheversefallstotheullikedewtothepasture
whatdoesitatterthatyloveuldnotkeepher
thenightisstarryandsheisnotwith
thisisallthedistanceoneissggthedistance
yulisnotsatisfiedthatithaslosther
ysighttriestofdherasthoughtobrghercloser
yheartlooksforher,andsheisnotwith
thesanightwhitengthesatrees
we,ofthatti,arenolonrthesa
inolonrloveher,that&;scerta,buthowilovedher
yvoicetriedtofdthedtotouchherhearg
another&;sshewillbeanother&;sasshewasbeforeykisses
hervoice,herbrightbodyherfiteeyes
inolonrloveher,that&;scerta,butaybeiloveher
loveisshort,fettgislong
becaethroughnightslikethisoneiheldheryars
yulisnotsatisfiedthatithaslosther
thoughthisbethestpathatsheakessuffer
andthesethestversesthatiwriteforher”
读完,韦楚泊抬头,也想看看夜空的星星,可是头顶沉甸甸的葡萄阻挡了他的视线。
是了,他回想起前几天花匠还问他要不要摘下来,都已经熟透了,他百忙之中回了句留着吧。
浓郁的紫色快要滴落下来。
花匠提醒过他,说秋楚峰地势不好,长出来的葡萄不会太好吃。