A turmoil, a bloody storm in the world, they just passed by in a hurry.
A pot of bamboo leaf green, a cup of daughter's red.
Five years passed in a blink of an eye, and when I saw him again, silver threads fell from his black hair, but he was filled with melancholy.
"It's been five years, do you remember me?"
"It's been five years, but I haven't forgotten you."
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