Perhaps you're a woman who loves to dream. Perhaps you have a sweet, charming air about you. Perhaps you still remember when you were little:
Beneath the parasol trees on a summer day, you sang the new song "The Newspaper Seller's Song" for your parents and grandparents. Under the summer moonlight, you clung to Grandma, tugged at her clothes, snuggled into her arms, and begged her to tell you a story. In the little courtyard on a summer day, you and your friends planted saplings together, watering the seeds of hope...
Now, when you think of those days that can never return, are you hiding in a corner, gazing into the mirror and quietly grieving? If so, come be proud with me and turn to a brand-new page?
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