The world is a big forest. Our past days will grow into trees, and everyone is at one end of the branch. We have met and lived together. One morning, we were illuminated by the same morning light, and we danced like a flickering flame in the morning light. We were blown by the same breeze one afternoon, when we heard each other rustle. By the time the sunset filled the sky, we were already on our own ends, each of us destined to be a tour guide. But fortunately, the big trees and all things are still growing in the spring breeze, and the sun will rise as usual tomorrow.
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