Pity, pity and love have the same meaning, pity is love, and love is pity.
I want to call you my lover, but I can't stand the secular world, so I have to say to others, you are my pity. The one you pity is the one you love.
When I first thought about it, time was long, and I wanted to part ways with you, grow old together, and live and die together.
What a pity.
The years are heavy and will not spare you or me.
[Retreat]
"If anyone dies at the age of ninety-seven, he will have to wait on the Naihe Bridge for three years."
Twelve, I'm afraid you won't wait for me.
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And in my whole life, I just call his name all the time. That's all.
[PPS. Sacrifice to Twelve Lang Wen, a fellow author, strictly abides by history, with slight tampering. ]
[Year above. Uncle-nephew essay. I think many people have written about it, but this is a short story]
[I need to make a big change... I found that the timeline is a little wrong... It's already been a year]