She once had no worries, only loneliness.
Now she has troubles and is still lonely.
With her brother's care, she gradually released her confinement.
The persecution back then only made her stronger.
Simple life, add every stroke of beauty.
The girl as gentle as water finally blooms in the traces of time.
Years have passed since then, and the fleeting years are gone. Sit and watch the flowers bloom and fall, slowly growing up.
We have learned to say goodbye to the past, goodbye, the past!
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