The world is full of chaos, some have loved deeply, some have hated it, and some have been entangled in love and hate. It has long been difficult to tell whether it is love or hate. The initial figure of pure love has long been submerged in the long river of time, leaving only the yellowed paper soaked with tears and eyes red from crying.
Regret? Hate? I don't know
I promise you that we will only be lovers in the next life
Remember to wait for me
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