The white night is vast, and there is no plain color yet;
The dripping water is dripping with water, but I hear that my love has been left behind in a hurry.
The night is long, the tide is swaying, and I miss the beauty again.
If you lament that the years are like dust, listen to this sea.
The full text was written in 2009-2010. The writing style is raw and immature, and the plot is childish and ridiculous. If you don't like it, don't criticize it.
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