One day
You will read my heart under the lamp
The night outside the window is already very deep
very quiet
It seems
everything has passed
The hustle and bustle of youth, dust and wandering
The mountain wind and sea waves have ceased, and their years have finally grown old.
Outside the window
The night is foggy and all the joys and sorrows have flown away like colorful butterflies
Time will not come back again
No matter how stubbornly I have waited for you
I can only leave you a thin book
thin
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