The waning moon is like a hook, full of sorrow. Looking back at the past months and today, is it worth looking back? Life is like a play, complicated and confusing. A play within a play, a play outside the play, many classics competing to perform. The confusing and lingering love, the lost family ties, the ever-lasting friendship... The love and hate that are staged on college campuses, what unknown secrets are hidden behind them? It's all in "The Past and the Present"
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