I have never discovered that my memory can be so good. Things that happened many years ago are still fresh in my memory. Every expression, every movement and the tone of your words are deeply imprinted in my brain and cannot be erased no matter how hard I try.
When I was young, I was as frivolous as I was, and I was too attached to you.
Now I no longer have the capital to approach you arrogantly.
One day, two days, one year, two years... Every night when I couldn't sleep, I would beat myself hard against my chest twice and shout to the brightly lit city of Beijing: Is it worth it?
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