The fireworks that year were so splendid that the tiny beads of sweat from the clasped hands were ignored. There are lotus lanterns floating on the river, reflecting your shadows. A thin figure and a peaceful face. It seems that the noisy memorial ceremony and the dense flow of people in the distance are just to highlight your small happy time for the two of you. In the summer night of that year, white catkins floated in front of your eyes in the wind, gently blowing your black hair and your golden forehead hair, brushing each other's cheeks, like an entanglement of several lifetimes...
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