I hope that people will live long and share the beauty of the moon thousands of miles apart.
I hope that when the wild goose returns, the moon will be full on the west tower.
Time can become the sand on your fingertips, the running water, and the tears in your eyes. Time is wasted and youth is diluted.
Maybe in this world, there will be the same people in the story, who may have the same joys and sorrows, more or less.
You may find your own shadow in it, arrogant, weak, cute, and heart-wrenching.
I just hope that everyone who reads the story can find the small world in his heart.
At least, it's a place where you can cry without restraint.
(The author's name is not pleasant. The author racked his brains to write it. Please watch it carefully.)
I'm just a kid who's just starting out, so if there's anything bad about the article, please comment! Because I feel uncomfortable looking at the empty comment column every day... T_T
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