Thank you for the time, the frowning frost flowers
Thanks to vicissitudes of life, feed the longing horse
Xie Zhalu makes the meeting impossible.
Thanks to the wind and sand, blowing into the glory of adulthood
I am not a shallow woman
It doesn't have to be perfect
Looking back
The pear blossoms have fallen from thousands of mountains
The coming autumn will be chaotic
Laughing at the red leaves turning
——"Cantabile"
How many twenty years are there in life?
Is it perfection? Is it incomplete?
If there is fate
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