A river of spring water flows eastward, and its story tells beautiful words of love. We are mighty and mighty, accompanied by the breeze and the bright moon, and meet the flowing clouds and flowing water. Here, you are my first choice. When I fall in the dark, the way you look up at me is really beautiful. You and I, who are uncontested in the world, are here. You have no extravagant expectations to find yourself dumbfounded in desolation and joy, but if you do, it must be a lot of joy filled with happiness. Have you ever remembered the inadvertent joy of painting your nose, and the joy of others choosing to applaud you, but they should seem to understand you and understand you with their hearts. Many people who love me feel that it is not worth it, but I just hope that they can be happy. There is a kind of love called the flow of stars. When you meet the right person at the right intersection, I thought it was just recognition, but he acted so greedily. His innocence was just a silent trampling in the eyes of others. Later, When you wake up, you are left alone. These efforts are like a fleeting glimpse. If you talk and laugh with sadness, the people who are fine are not really fine. Do you remember the ordinary days of throwing stones and playing in the sand together? The missed beauty is no longer there. Do you still remember?
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