You are wandering on the edge of time, constantly chasing the forgotten past.
But I don't know that there are old friends who are also chasing after your back, just to say to you, let's go home.
The sand between whose fingers is who, it goes away and cannot be hidden forever.
[Another product of Ping Xie ~ Misinterpretation of Song Dynasty poems, Amnesia Ping * Sanye Xie, each chapter has more than 6,000 words. First published in Tieba, ID: drunk love drinking wine to the moon song]
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