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Time is like the ripples in Zehui's eyes that are always glowing with light gray luster.
It clearly exists in reality,
But it always disappears without a trace in an instant when you don't expect it,
It's so fast that there's no room for memories. You can't catch it, but you can't help but be pulled and controlled by it.
It wasn't until I woke up one morning that I realized that my heart had long been left in the light gray sand of time and was hard to find.
[Abuse, not big abuse] It's not that we don't love, it's that we love too much. We are too persistent in love.
It's not that I don't want to let go, but that I'm afraid that I will no longer be myself after letting go.
If the heart dies, will we still exist?
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