How I wish I could meet you, when I was the most beautiful. But I didn't know that the moment I met you, time had passed. The only thing that remained unchanged was the change of seasons, and you and I would never appear again. I had forgotten whether there were faint raindrops in the sky at that time, and only the mottled shadows of the sycamore trees, still singing the out-of-tune song. The sound in the bicycle wheel became clear and could penetrate time and space.
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