He is like a boat, sailing shallowly through the long river of history without leaving any trace.
She was a passer-by, watching the historical changes and accompanying him through the most stormy first half of his life.
Like friends, like lovers, the love is strong, but it is nothing more than a dream.
When I wake up from the dream, everything is at a loss.
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Still struggling with copywriting, anyway, it's just a weird and bizarre dream.
This article has been updated from once a day to once every two days.
I am almost dying...