When the rains turn into feelings, our soul becomes a sower in the field of lust, no matter how beautifully you plant the landscape, it grows well,🌸🌸

Unless each fairy is the beloved guardian of her own field, those beautiful gardens are treasures that the eye cannot see.,🏵💖

the gardener of his own garden, this beautiful soul was essentially both a mother and a father.If the gardener is beautiful, the garden is beautiful,💖🏵

This love fairy takes the lover to our beautiful garden. He who understands beauty knows how to love.

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