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May the Flowers Bloom Like Brocade When We Go Away, and We May Still Be the Same When We Meet Again.
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When the young man's heart beats, the wasteland on a midsummer night can't be cut and burned, and the wind blows As soon as it blows, the wild* will reach the sky A seventeen-year-old boy, all feelings are pure: like always With great vigor, if you want to reach for the stars, you will always have no hesitation The wind rises and falls, blowing through this wild youth, taking away some, leaving behind Next, the boy's worries were told to important people. You were the best you then, I am the bes
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