The heart is dead, the tears are dry, and the soul cannot bear to look back. I wake up from the dream, but I can't feel the love, and the past is like smoke that can't be swept away. It's both virtual and real, it's love and hate, the leaves fall silently and the flowers mutilate themselves. The only way is to search and search, deserted and lonely, miserable and miserable; but helpless, the eternity will eventually end, this hatred will last forever.
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