After many years, I came to this place for the first time. It's just that the beautiful women have passed away, things have changed, and I can only be a supporting role in their stories anyway. She is a dancer, but she is not mine. No matter how beautiful her dance is, I never get to see her. Anyway, she shouldn't belong to me. Maybe this story has nothing to do with her, and it will have nothing to do with me.
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