I try to recall those days gone by; even though they are just scattered in black and white, I still want to find even the fragments of "I was seventeen that year, she was sixteen...". It's a pity that time has passed, and the passion and enchantment that should be remembered in nostalgia have probably never been there? But I still think about it in my memory. I glanced at the gray moth hovering on the lampshade, like a mess of clueless threads, hitting and bouncing around tirelessly. It turns out that I really am a person with nothing. Even the romantic and sad past that you try to forget is something I never had.
When time passes and my appearance is gone, will you love me as before?
When you have nothing and are covered with bruises, will you love me as before?
I struggled to insert the sword into the throat of the last killer. A deep fatigue flowed out along with the dripping sweat. After fighting this gang of killers for a long time, I am really tired. I collapsed helplessly. Leaning on an old pine tree, overlooking the sea of clouds and sunrise that can only be seen from the top of Mount Huangshan.
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