Can anyone tell me, is this a cruel fate? It has nothing to do with romance, but it is unforgettable. This life has been so cold that even the joys and sorrows only exist in memory. Once you get married, you lose your youth and eventually become a bunch of embroidery thread, a symbol, and a victim forgotten by future generations.
The memory of Anping is like the winter in Anping, with snow falling as always and cold as always. There is only the faint sound of the piano played in the soul, like crying and complaining.
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