If it weren't for so many beautiful pasts,
If it weren't for such deep and strong feelings,
Nor would she spend all her life to sacrifice his deep love.
He wouldn't know how to rub her into his blood and love her until life and death.
Once upon a time, it was so fast that they almost lost each other forever in the blink of an eye.
Later, it was very slow, so slow that the twenty-three years of missing each other and hating each other almost exhausted all their strength.
After all, what kind of entanglement of love and hate is allowed to be crushed by time and then reintegrated into the ten miles blown by the wind.
Ten miles of spring scenery is not as good as you.
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