"Do you still have any regrets now?"
"Is it a pity... It no longer exists long ago."
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The young man beside the iron tower was full of energy. He threw away his grizzled paper armor and stood on the small slope, vowing to protect him.
No one has ever doubted that this world is not a fairy tale, and there is no magic.
The vicissitudes of life remain unchanged forever, but it is just a drama of infatuation.
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It was he who was in a state of embarrassment.
He is also a seventeen-year-old boy who still can't figure out why the water in the sea below his feet cannot melt the glacier on the Arctic island.
Concept: air, flowing water, plants, that boy.
