He once gave her a fantasy, but after many years, when no one remembers anyone, what will be the ending?
Like a kite held down by a string, there is death in front of it and life behind it.
Time flies, choose life or death?
The past is like smoke, and its shadows are like tiny dust floating in the air. But it was such a sharp pain that could not be forgotten or escaped.
Even though the maple leaves dye the world red, you are the only one with bright colors that I will remember throughout my life.
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