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It's so touching to recall that you in the past. I don't want to mention that you again, how hurtful it is to leave you so cruelly.

A small town in a remote snow mountain. The accumulation of snow has cut off contact with the outside world. There are several dilapidated grass and wooden houses, which are surprising and weird. If you give up at that moment, you may lose the last hug quietly.

In the dream, the sword cut off the white hair, and the pain was like the white hair being cut off from the black hair. The poem in the dream is so clear-eyed every time I write it. Looking for white rain on the road, the moss marks on the glass are fresh and the grass is new. It was drizzling late at night and the clothes were weeping. Whether it rains in the south of the city, my heart will fall with you; At that time, the young man was simple and kind, leading the wolf. Dreams, incomprehensible, dreams, incomprehensible, dreams seem illusory and real, becoming more and more real...