The soul-stirring music of the piano, the thrilling years, the love that is constantly cut and confused, the history that has not yet been revealed... Loved, hated, it is better to be drunk. Been here, seen, it is better to fall in love... Get drunk, don't guess now, don't love anymore, don't hate anymore, numbness may be a kind of relief.
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Those passing rumors have long been deposited in the cracks of history, with fresh faces one by one. What is the boundary between good and evil? Which step should we take between wrong and right? How can there be hatred without love? It's just that after loving deeply, dust will return to dust and dreams will return to dreams. How many times have we looked back at each other in the past thousand years before we met each other in this life, and even got to know each other and fell in love with each other.
Many years later, a letter left to me solved the mystery of my life...
For you, I can stop being myself and prefer to live in your role. Even if this is a perfunctory trap, I will still bravely jump in, even if there will be a different ending. Just because I have been nostalgic.
When everything is flying in the dust, when the beauty is old, at least she once fell in love, loved everything, and had no regrets.