Sheng Sheng leaves the dream.
The days of our youth. Brilliant face.
All buried in the hustle and bustle of the world.
I just want to pass through ten years of your life.
It doesn't matter even if you just look at it from a distance.
I will never leave you, watching you become like a piece of rough jade polished by time. It depends on what kind of man you grow into.
Sorry, please let me obsess over my past self.
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