That laughter reminds me of
my flowers
in every corner of my life
Open it quietly for me
I thought I would forever
stay by his side
Today we have left
In the vast sea of people
Are they all old?
Where are they?
Fortunately, I have accompanied them to open
La... Miss her.
La... Is she still driving?
La... Go!
They have been blown away by the wind and scattered at the end of the world
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Some stories are not finished yet
Then forget it
Those feelings are in the years
It's hard to tell the truth from the false
It's overgrown with grass now
no more flowers
Fortunately, I once had you
spring and autumn and winter and summer
The white horse passed through the gap, and the fine sand flowed between the fingers... Those past events are being replayed...