I send you a song, no matter when the song ends, you will leave.
It's a pity that the floating life is not like a dream, and the past years will never come back.
Later, I felt sorry for myself and realized that I did not care about my old self, but the old self was no longer there.
After all, when I dream back to the past, the old year is like a passing cloud. How can I help that the years are wasted.
The past is gone, and your soul is gone.
[Nara Shikamaru
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