This city is like this, lonely people buy experience, those who have possessions love to be on guard, happy people dream of memories, lost people look for comfort, lost people look for direction, lonely people find lovers, loveless people keep their original intention, in the end we all become the noise of the night Wow, the person who never returned in the feasting and feasting gradually built up a wall of isolation from the world. I could only hear the wind coming and going, the flowers blooming and falling. In the gurgling spring water and the bleak evening breeze and the stars, I still never forgot the person who herded horses away.
Time is like three ounces of wine, and there are no lights or people in the city at night. — — Yu Yu
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