The only things I have now are memories, but I am content. The most painful thing for a person is the memory, and the most precious thing is the memory. It will make you go up and down in the long ditch and the moon, and you will never forget to leave. You can't control your thoughts, you can't control your emotions, you may be sad or happy, laughing or crying, crazy, crazy, or drunk. You are immersed in it, sinking in it, unable to control yourself, unable to extricate yourself. If you can understand, there must be another sigh in the wind. People will always mature, and they will always mature. Let's start with this sigh.
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