Recalling the rainy season in Jiangnan
When I was fifteen years old, I had my first love. I looked at the podium three feet away and saw that heroic figure.
When I was seventeen years old, my love was shattered and I fell into the abyss, that little bit of mercy.
At the age of eighteen, life is like a floating thread, burying thousands of sorrows, where is the peaceful land.
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