The world says that youth is the most beautiful in a moment, when sorrow is forgotten and the past fades away, leaving only the past that is deep in the mind but swaying in time. It's just that many years later, he or she will still be on the top of a snow-capped mountain in a certain afternoon, or looking at the lonely sun in the desert, and will still remember that they were in such an unforgettable scene, and that there were such firm eyes and warm breaths on each other's left or right. As a result, the space where the scorching sun hung high slowly dispersed, time began to flow, the four seasons changed, the grass grew and the orioles flew...
You can have a harem of three thousand, but only me
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