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Quicksand between fingers, more than just good years are gone.
I can't bear to look at the present, and the vicissitudes of life are all sudden.
Just like the colorful purples and reds of the past, in a blink of an eye it is the time to wake up from a dream that is so sad and solitary.
Look at the peach blossoms scattered, leaving only the lonely and silent noise when you turn around.
But those things that have touched me in the past are still blooming quietly in the quiet corner of my heart.
Even a moment is like a lifetime.
Then you might as well gaze and smile, and put aside all the hustle and bustle of the world.
Even though the youth is like a dream and dies at the snap of a finger, this heart remains the same, this dream... Is vague.