It's hard to get over the past,
The future is yet to come.
Maybe I was still a child who was a little bit artistic,
Maybe we are all children who are a little arrogant and lawless or quiet and plain.
But when the wind blows from one end of the sky to that other side,
Will we see it in the distant future?
A long time ago,
Those very innocent days...
I think I can see a group of people running toward the distance...
PS: The story in this article is based on reality, but please don't match the names.
This is about a web game, a story about a certain area called Fantasy Travels.
It has nothing to do with the romance, it's just a record of the days we like.
The background of the game is real, and the names are also real. But please don't match the number = =.... Otherwise it will be a little troublesome, thank you
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