Some feelings are so delicious that they flow and sway in the wind over the years. The clouds fade in the wind and gradually dissipate in the distant horizon. With the nostalgia that will eventually leave, I turned around, looked back, and disappeared.
We all go down different roads, turn the corner at the crossroads, and then gradually forget.
The youth is lost, and the youth is gone. Time flies, and my youth is lost.
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