Young and frivolous, a prosperous city
In the first half of my life, Prajna was just a dream, and I was delusional and obsessed with gold.
After all, it is the wheel of time that destroys everything,
The past still destroys the mind.
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She looked out at the vast fields of golden wheat in front of her, blowing in the wind.
He once walked through the streets of Italy with another woman on his arm.
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It rains continuously,
But he happened to see her sleeping soundly with her head leaning against the window on the bus parked by the roadside.
And that day was the last time he saw that old friend in his life.
—Overhead, there are prototypes except for the characters.
—Enter slowly and with caution
Mission: freedom and independence