As the evening wind blew by, the past memories of my youth came to mind again, including the heartfelt confession, the memories of Dandelion, and the unexpected quarrel...
Maybe they never end and are always playing out in the mind.
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The years are entangled in the fingers, flowing away gently, a season of sadness, if you go to the lake in your heart, if you look up, it will be like July without sadness.
—Fortunate
The years are entangled in the fingers, flowing away gently, a season of sadness, if you go to the lake in your heart, if you look up, it will be like July without sadness. —Fortunate