The red dust has dispersed, and the memory has dried up.
Who can remember the details of the agreement?
The ground is covered with sweet-scented osmanthus, I forgot to cry,
I hope that I can love you again only in my dreams.
As I stood there keeping my oath, my temples were already turning gray.
Every word you said is gone with the wind...
Time traveling without the purpose of falling in love with Four Four is just a hooligan, so this article is a 1V1 between Four Four and the heroine.
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