A hairpin, two people, three parts tired, four parts lingering, colorful glaze.
A hundred kinds of attachment, a thousand kinds of love, all kinds of water are like drinking from just one ladle.
There are thousands of people in the sea, looking for men and women coming and going.
By chance and a thread, it turned out to be a match made in heaven.
Every hairpin has a story,
Let me explain to you one by one...
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