I sat quietly by the window of the coffee shop on the second floor, watching the bustling people coming and going outside the window.
The stars in the sky are not so bright in the dark night.
A cup of warm and bitter Blue Mountain,
Warming up the slightly chilly early spring.
If I ever save it,
If I ever bow my head,
If I ever threw in the towel...
It's a pity,
There is no if.
So,
Yi Ruo, please keep going firmly.
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