Time is a heavy burden. Why can't she forget things that would have been forgotten in an instant?
The past is like a heavy shackle, imprisoning whose soul.
Strange roads intertwined, joys and sorrows, I have always had a secret in my heart.
What are you going to do when I approach you because of ulterior motives? What are you going to do when I love you with bloodthirsty hatred? What are you going to do when only death can save everything?
When I leave, let me take one more look at you. This may be the last look. I have spent my whole life getting to this point without hesitation.
The love and hate entangled between you and me will stay at this moment forever. I close my eyes peacefully and peacefully. I can no longer see your face...
The air is so gentle and the breeze is so fresh. My love and hate wither with the wind.
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