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The dreams I long for are so vain and out of reach! When I met you... I actually insisted on being true to that distant dream. Do you feel my deep love for you? But you are stingy and refuse to look back at me. Passing through the thorns on the ground, you scratched my bleeding heart bit by bit. The pain has long been numb, but why do you still come to provoke me? Have you forgotten our agreement? But you said that my love for you is like a dandelion, it blows away when the wind blows and cannot be picked up! But I give you a firm statement: It's not that it can't be picked up, but it takes root everywhere. My love for you is like a seed blown by the wind that germinates in spring, more like the stars of Liaobu, endless...