Of course, my friend, the intersection of this big road always quietly separates us at that time. Every time, I will always quietly stand on this side of the road, watching her disappear on the other side of the road from a distance. Could this be the dividing line between the two of us, the passing traffic and people, the confusing rumors, the voices of people, the sound of horns, the vicious villains who croaked and robbed dogs, the rivers that spoke freely, etc., And even her home with a light on when she turned into an alley, oh, dear, many years later, maybe, maybe, I can really understand, really understand,,,,,,
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