When I was born, it was a snowy night with heavy snow.
When I wake up again, you are no longer you and I am no longer me.
There are flowers on the other side, and dreams in the Red Mansion.
One season is prosperous, the other is lonely.
Who is it, who has been forgotten.
Conception:
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