Tell your heart and wait for nothing
A few times the glass of water is still warm, and it's late autumn. I looked through a few plain papers, only at dusk for several months.
The bridge is old and the stars are different. Don't know people. A few misty rains, a few rounds of residual changes. Old dreams are hard to survive.
Bright eyes and white teeth, possessing both ability and political integrity. The first sentence is fact, and the latter sentence is hope. Changfeng, do you remember it?
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