The slave with the same surname as me has canceled his ID and left. The calf in childhood has grown up. Mengchuang, who is the same age as me and has the same constellation, has already become someone else's wife. Her child may have memorized Tang poetry and Song poetry at a young age. I am lonely, I am lonely, I have gained nothing, the reality and the virtual world are irreconcilable, Jam is leaving after the party, and all the familiar friends who are not very familiar disappear before my eyes, and why should I continue?
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