In fact, it was a mistake for me to meet you from the very beginning.
But it eventually buried its seeds, blossomed, and eventually ground into mud and returned to the soil.
I don't want to keep crying for you because you told me to live well.
I will always remember you with a smile, Haier, please believe it.
Let those painful memories fall into the spring soil, waiting for them to bloom in the next flower season.
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