Looking back at the fleeting years, who can understand the loneliness and paleness behind the waiting? Every time I despair while waiting, I escape from despair, I don't want to take away the attachment, I don't want to take away the sadness, I wander in the night sky, hold the sky in my hand, where should my heart live? However, time flies so fast, before I have time to hug you, we are separated by the world! Memories are always pale and weak; reality is always cruel and helpless. When people leave, the tea is cool and they miss the past. Our tears are reviewing the past. Our smiles are each other's oxygen. The re-engraved memory is a registered letter. I can find you no matter how far away I am. The years are like sand, hurriedly passing through the fingertips and dissipating. The bits and pieces of the past merge into a beautiful scenery and warm scene, where there is your tenderness and my deep meaning. Just thinking about it now, it feels a little cool and a little sour. The dream has not appeared for a long time, you are still not with me, just in memory. I would rather never have met you, and don't have to shed tears to forget you now.
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