We once promised that we would never let go of each other's hands until death, and the warmth of our promise would always exist between each other's clasped fingers; we once vowed to love each other with all our life's feelings until the last drop of tenderness was exhausted, and we hugged tightly to get familiar with each other's gradually freezing warmth. But the past is the past after all, the past vows of eternal love, the past that has been destroyed by sea and stone, and now there are only some words that are difficult to store, and some incomplete fragments. Those places in the past are still the same today, but it is no longer difficult to find the bits and pieces of that time.
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