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A person's longing cannot compete with time after all.
Those things that once made us care deeply have long since faded into transparent colors, covering up the dispensable joys and sorrows, but it cannot pardon the inner absurdity.
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In the morning light that also penetrated the twilight later, I still remember the figures of the two teenagers.
And what about the gap that even time cannot bridge?
They fly by like butterflies lost among the flowers.