This story was annihilated in the river of fate, with the ebb and flow, and no one can remember the old friend anymore. That day, the branches were full of peach blossoms, and the green shirt left and the red one stayed. And that day, when the white clothes came back, the red clothes didn't wait. Things in the world are impermanent, and who can promise eternity? You don't know, you don't know, I don't know how many times it has come and gone, it suddenly seems like a dream.
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