Holding hands with obsession, only love is gone.
A song of lovesickness is like white frost, endless resentment, forever and ever; it is destined that lovesickness is like a song and dance, holding the world together, holding youth in hand...
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This article consists of several short stories.
It is divided into three parts:
Volume One, Blossoms for Thoughts
Volume 2: You know when flowers fall
Volume Three, A Dream of Lovesickness
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