Age wrinkles the body.Quitting wrinkles the soul.
秋·夜·雨夜,秋風蕭鳴不止忽而,一道閃電一聲悶雷愁煞人的秋雨就淅淅瀝瀝地下了起來衾冷枕單,心湖往日如鏡今夜卻被攪了個稀巴爛
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