The confused era, confused youth, my own years... Time will sweep away all the marks left by its passing. However, it is a pity that those who have happened and are happening now, always want to forget and can only be powerless. Perhaps, if you cannot forget, you should remember it well, deeply, and fiercely, and engrave it on the annual rings of your youth as the epitaph of youth.
Who are you?
Who do you think I am?
I want you to be yourself!
I think I'm in love with you!
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