[Essay copy] I used to think that the days were still long, and I would eventually see the people I wanted to see. But I don't know that everyone's path is different, and maybe we will never see each other again at some point. Life is like a dream, love is like poetry. CP: He said: "I want to hang myself from the beam, no one can stop me~~" She said: "No one can stop you, the three-foot white silk is ready." All the bad friends said: "He is surrounded by concubines, and he is very blessed." He said: "They are all women, and they are miserable."
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