When youth fades away, I hope that those clear beauty will leave a little bit for me, even if it is just a little aftertaste, even if the water traces dragged by the stern of the boat will eventually fade away. ． ． ． ． ． Just leave a little bit of infatuation like this, so that I can still be close to all the beautiful music that I was obsessed with back then, no matter where it resides in the vast world, that love that is like a song, the mood that is like a flute. Let me still, "play the green silk freely, lead three tricks, and the soul will fly without realizing it."
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