People are like clouds flowing into the river after the wind, and love is like the wadding stuck to the ground after the rain. It spans the past and present lives, just like before. The past life comes with fate, light and misty, and this life passes by, and passes quickly, drifting and disappearing. It is only for one person in this life. Even if love is like wadding in the rain, and we cannot meet each other, I just want to keep it in my heart, protect it well, and wait for you to reincarnate for hundreds of lives, and finally meet you.
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