A new world, a new journey.
The continuation of the past remains the past.
When Bu Bu Jing Xing meets us again, I would like to draw an end to Bu Bu Jing Xing.
The black hair is broken, the beauty sheds tears, and when we share the window and cut the candle;
The drizzle is blowing, the west is charming, and we have been separated from each other for several years.
We will stay together on this journey, and you will always be by your side.
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