[I have always wanted to change the copywriting, but I finally changed it]
Spending a lifetime of luck meeting someone, is it good or bad? If you can't bear to hurt others and can't let go of the glory, can you have a future? I don't let go of what I carry on my shoulders and what I care about in my heart. Are you still you? Who are they all for? They are all fearless, but they don't know who they are most afraid of losing and fearing change? When you fly and fall down a cliff, is there someone at the bottom of the cliff who opens his arms to protect you? Or wait until a certain day in July, when that person will sadly remember that you stretched out your hands in the air, but failed to catch anything - your efforts like fireflies were in vain, but there is no regret. Under the cherry blossom tree, everything is different. On a dim starry night, my son returns home. The body and mind have been extinguished, but love and hate are insignificant, stretching to the end of the universe. I lament our separation and togetherness, the ninety-nine unity of great joy and great sorrow.
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Welcome to collect the author, although I can't say how to update it.
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