A broken paintbrush is a twisted love.
With the sunshine at my back, the bones are mourning under my feet.
All the dust finally falls, the resentment disappears, and all that remains in my heart are empty memories.
Things have changed and people have changed. After being displaced, what should you do to save yourself——
All I can do is say, Ye Yu, Jackdaw, with a red-lipped smile...
"I love him."
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