Like a thorn in the heart, like a shadow following you everywhere. Autumn grass beside the moon, endless memories of you.
It's hard to understand your heart when you remember each other in vain. Qixi Festival music, the legacy of today.
Your heart and my heart are as pure as ever. If we can't make a contract, we will end up separated by frost ridge.
The winter snow is vast, and old friends have white hair on their temples. It's too late to regret, the words of love have turned into ashes.
——A story of Jiansan for friends. I hope that you who have left Jiansan can now find your own happiness.
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