I always miss some stories, and even become obsessed with some songs, as if I can smell your flavor in them. Now the world is full of your photos. When I reach out, all I touch is cold paper. No matter how gorgeous the poster is, it cannot highlight your heroism. Yanlin, oh - no, your current name is Ruochen, like a star. Someone I can never touch again. It was late at night, and I was lying in a small rental house, listening to your song slowly playing on the CD player. The lyrics were so touching that I couldn't help but shed tears. I don't know how you feel when you sing this song softly. The story in the song is so similar to our past. The song plays in a loop, and on such a lonely night, your singing takes me to sleep.
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