Has anyone ever naively made a lifelong promise?
And who finally faced the roulette wheel of fate and tore it apart.
Those beautiful things that last forever have changed in a blink of an eye,
Only memories are mottled on your old face.
It's not the spring breeze that makes things warmer or colder, but the years.
My weak smile, your sudden back.
This is a collection of short stories, recording a kind of destiny.
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Some are the works of young people, and the immature parts look to the sea.
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