I hope that one day I can carry my luggage with you, see mountains I have never seen before, walk on water I have never walked through, squander the youth that has not been squandered, and commemorate memories that cannot be remembered. However, memory is like rotten leaves. Those fresh and green ones have long been buried in the front part of the time scale, and only the overwhelming rotten smell remains at the end of the time scale.
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The ins and outs must be explained clearly, otherwise there will be confusion in the future. As for the bloody thing... There will be plenty of opportunities in the future anyway.
The ins and outs must be explained clearly, otherwise there will be confusion in the future. As for the bloody thing... There will be plenty of opportunities in the future anyway.