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I walked in the ancient alleys in the deep rain at the city gate. Fireworks filled the air and flew over the city's courtyards and pavilions. Pieces of willow leaves passed through my heart. I held a piece of green willow color and brushed a trace of warmth into the deepest part of my heart. I inadvertently recalled the fleeting time when I woke up from the dream.
I splash out my story alone, half sad, half happy; do those who said they love me all their lives still remember?
My own oath?
Xiliang, Xiliang, who cares about the west wind and the cold alone?
All I want is to embrace each other indifferently.
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