In the boundless darkness, there was once a ray of skylight
That's the warmth that doesn't come for a long time
Once upon a time, I really thought that I would hold my hand and my hair would grow old.
However, looking back, it is still a desolate night.
The wind blows, the clouds are light, the snow is fine, and the stars are scattered
After all, it's just a big dream and a big drunk
Or perhaps, these many past events have long been stained with wind and frost, scattered into dust, and are not worth mentioning at all.
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