Originally I just wanted to write a short letter, but I found that after writing so much, it became a story without an ending. The ending still has to wait...
I like that kind of yellowed paper, which has a strong historical atmosphere. It seems that only in this way can I trace the traces of time...
Missing it, missing it, is not a mistake but a past, so there is such a close distance and the end of the world...
When the sun goes down and when it rises, those people you thought could be together for the rest of your life are separated from each other...
After the song ended, we were separated and forgotten, but thank God that the melody kept us together when the melody was at its best...
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