Who always appears in dreams, calling with the fetters of the soul.
Who always appears at the tip of the pen, vaguely guiding the fingers to rotate.
Is it you? No, there is a huge crowd, how can I find you?
Is it you? No, the sky is vast, how can I meet you?
Suddenly looking back, in a dimly lit place,
Oh, it turned out to be you.
When I meet you, I will no longer be sad.
I will no longer regret meeting you.
As long as I am with you, all sorrow will leave...
(This introduction has nothing to do with the text. PS: I was taught Chinese by a physical education teacher, and my writing style is not as good as that of primary school students. It has never exceeded 50 points. Now I have graduated N+1 years ago, so... If you really can't bear it, please be patient. If it is intolerable... I can only say goodbye with tears.
I will miss you! ! ! )
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