Maybe it was just a moment of confusion.
That sunflower with its light golden color has become my last hope for the future.
Who made me a child with a green seal? That woman with coquettish eyes and a cold temperament. I must be like her.
No matter Gu Xinzhi or Shao Yunyi, I can't look back.
Who said there is no limit to the sea of suffering, and there is no way to return to the shore?
To me, it's all the same. All the same. . .
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