Perhaps, in the end, we will never meet;
Perhaps, as we keep missing each other, our feelings from the past will fade away;
But I will never forget you, and I believe that I still have a place in your heart.
Even if we never contact each other again;
Even if we never meet again;
Even if we don't even know each other's true identities.
None of that matters. What matters is that most sincere feeling, the wish to hold the other person in your heart, never to erase it and never wanting to erase it.
I've always wanted to say that even if you hurt me or betray me, I won't blame you, because I do it willingly.
If you can, could you cry your heart out in my arms? Then I, too, could find someone to run into his arms and cry my heart out.
Please remember the words I said and the songs I sang.
Let me become a gentle breeze, transmigrate through time and space, and hold you in my arms.
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In fact, Longlong, your hobby is to dig huge pits that last for thousands of years, and then bury everyone, right?