Missing seems to be a traceless air surrounding me
Now it has fermented into deep-seated sadness and covered me
I couldn't turn around, so I could only watch it gently and cruelly display the scenes buried deep in my heart.
I miss you again
Will you laugh at me that I am still the same crybaby at my current age?
——Feng Lihuang. Written on the evening of November 17, 2011.
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