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Every time I hear some songs, the sadness hidden in my heart will slowly emerge. As soon as I touched my face, it felt ice cold. In the lonely night, do you think of those hurried passers-by in the past? Those who have loved you, and those whom you have deeply loved, have all become memories of the past, ground into the dust of the world. In those sad songs, in your fragile moments, they quietly creep up and accumulate in your heart. You smiled faintly, but your eyes were full of tears. It turns out that our love once existed. "Love" Karen Mok Do you still remember the hot summer of memory? Scattered in the wind and evaporated The noisy ones have all become hoarse Fruitless flowers, unfinished concerns We learned many sayings To cover up untouched scars Because I will think of you I'm afraid to face myself My will is always swallowed by loneliness Because you always remind me The past will never pass There is a kind of true love that is not mine Intention: