There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and column is reminiscent of the past.
You said that Jinse and Hua Nian will never be separated for the rest of their lives.
You said, no matter what I look like, you will recognize me at first sight.
Life is like a dream, how much joy is there?
My Chinese years are a dream that makes people immersed in it and unable to extricate themselves.
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