Whose thoughts have been wiped out by the rain; Whose world has been soaked by the ground; Whose lights are lit in the distance; Whose loneliness is lengthened by the shadow.
The moon is waxing and waning, the joys and sorrows of separation and separation have hurt many people; looking at each other without words, how many words are hidden in the heart.
After passing through joys and sorrows, gatherings and separations, the old scenes replayed in my mind, and those yellowed memories seemed to be sighing under the window of time.
Memories pass by bit by bit, and the past time often dilutes the joy of the present. The people I miss in my heart finally find their own happiness, and I finally have my last hope shattered...
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