Counting the stars in KoreaSome netizens ran into Zhou Dongyu in a Korean cafe. Zhou Dongyu had good skin without makeup and had a friendly attitude. Many Koreans asked her to take photos. Some people ran into Xu Lu at the Korean Water Ball Music Festival. At that time, Xu Lu was dressed fashionably and looked very energetic, but there were bruises on her legs that stole the spotlight. In addition, someone ran into a suspected love relationship while eating supper on the roadside of Xiaohan.
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Counting the stars 'siblingsAccording to the information they knew, Ni Dahong and Ni Ping were rumored to be biological siblings.
It should be noted that this relationship was revealed by insiders, which also led to many speculations and disputes.
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The years are silently counting the lyricsTime silently counted down to three, four, five, six. After the sixth day, people began to exist in the universe. Night and day, the throat of the first breath, the most afraid of the thief of fate. I used my flesh to feel the bad and the good, and asked if fate was. How long more, how long more, could not resist immortality. Lovers from waving, to holding hands, to letting go, to waving, it should be enough. The long roar to the night, the wound on my chest, the wind aging, you and I will eventually become dust drifting, waiting for the rainy season of flowers. Time is counting down and you are around. I want to break the hourglass, but I can stay in the same universe at the same time. The plan to take a breath will eventually be confiscated. I will tremble with you in the wind and snow. Let's not look back. How long can we love? How long can we think? How long is it? It's eternal. If we love, it's eternal. Then I won't leave, don't break up, don't let go, don't wave. Ten fingers are intertwined. At the crossroads, my wounds, greed and desire, small and weak like dust drifting. Waiting for the rainy season to be thick, and then turn into rain to guard, your wish and worry, the fork in the road, the wound on my chest, greed and desire, small and weak like dust drifting, waiting for the rainy season to be thick, and then turn into rain to guard, only for the time of reunion.
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