Just a story about something I missed...
Even if you look into the distance countless times in the windy, snowy and dewy night, even if you are intoxicated and sad for the elegance in your inner dream countless times.
He and she are no longer young, but they have not forgotten the quarrels they had with each other when they were young, raising their eyebrows and akimbo, the starry night sky where they played together when they were young, and the dreams that they had once were young and are now far away.
Not yet.
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It's a bit like Qing Lengyue's "A Beauty Will Not Live Long"
It's a bit like Qing Lengyue's "A Beauty Will Not Live Long"