A very short copy: The love letters of that year, in the end, turned into dust. No wonder the people who read them no longer have a heartbeat. Memories will eventually fade, and a piece of paper you never cared about actually means nothing. What I want to write is just a forgotten memory. If youth could come back again, I wonder if they would want to keep it the same...
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我觉得番外可以多来点哈哈哈