The dark green picture folder buries the forgetfulness of childhood. ．
One tunnel, three lines, a bottle of tea grinding workshop
Destined encounter, lingering in the hot summer
The destined reunion blooms in the ice and snow of the years
Put on the 334th mask, dance the most graceful dance in the castle,
If you are a noble, don't hide in the corner, stand up and smile proudly!
Hatred disappears, just like the gorgeous red sunset at the end. ． ． ． ． ．
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