In May, the locust flowers are like snow, and the fragrance floats everywhere.
However, spring rain always comes earlier than spring, just like happiness is always less than sadness.
In the blink of an eye, it crumbled into mud.
When your dearest people leave you one by one,
When the person you love most betrays you and turns away,
And the person waiting for you is always where you can see it when you look back, waiting for you to look back...
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