You once said that you wanted to watch the wind and moon of this world with me. I couldn't suppress my heroic mood. I burst into tears of gratitude, but I never thought that our farewell would be forever. Staring at the words "Chang Xiangshou", it was hard to suppress the sadness and anger in my heart. If the feeling left in a person's heart can be described with a carving knife, then in what way is the memory slowly carved bit by bit? The slow pain spreads out in a gesture that spreads to all the limbs. The memory suddenly escapes in the most incomprehensible way, leaving only nostalgia.
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