Only now do I realize that those years when people had peach blossoms on their faces and crescent moons on willow branches were nothing but white clouds and gray dogs. What you can't bear to lose and what you try to remember are just to increase your nostalgia in your heart. They are of no use except as material for dreaming back at midnight. But I am still waiting for you to come back sincerely and full of expectations. After all, it is just a little longer, not to mention that the green mountains are still there and you and I are not old yet.
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