The past is like quicksand riding in an hourglass, passing through your life without leaving many traces. After many morning bells and evening drums, the laughter and pain of those old loves seem to be getting farther and farther away, so far away that even we ourselves are a little confused about its past existence. But in fact, even if the years have dried up, the memory will still leave a small scab in your heart. You have no feeling when you don't touch it; but when you touch it, it still connects skin and heart.
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