In the depths of time, the figures passing each other in a hurry met in another way. Will our story have a different ending?
When the stars have gone to sleep, the morning light is fading, and we have walked through the dark night, are we no longer afraid?
I lowered my head and followed your footsteps, step by step, but I didn't know that you were also loving without leaving any trace.
I raised my head and saw soft white clouds and dresses swaying slightly in the breeze. Whose eyes did it fall into?
Youth is a persistent pursuit. We walk into the mystery and are still obsessed with it. When we stand at the intersection, we still don't say separation.
When the flowers fall and people go alone, and the wind blows and the leaves turn into pieces, who will stand with me in the light rain and watch the swallows fly together?
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