This article was renamed "Chen Yuan"
I know what happened in my previous life in this life. I leave my surname on the stone of three lives. I don't know who she will be in the next life. I forget all my three lives when I drink the soup.
Flowers bloom, flowers fall, leaving nothing in the end.
People gather, people disperse, and only the old ones remain.
The lingering lingering snow flies away, and the separation is hesitant and difficult to say goodbye to with tears...
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