Thousands of years of entanglement, watching the world go through thousands of times, but not seeing each other. I miss you, hate you, hate you, but still love you. It has been a thousand years, time is never-ending, what can stop me from recalling it, so what if I have too many regrets and mistakes; it has been a thousand years, the people in the past have been reincarnated thousands of times, only you, only you are still alive in this world, but you are ridiculously living in a deep sleep. The miserable and desolate laughter echoed in this dark space, but the vicissitudes of time could not withstand this peerless face. No matter how sad and painful, tears never hung on that person's cheeks. Why? Because it's never been the time to cry.
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