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People who yearn for love will eventually hide their love deep in their hearts. What is past will eventually pass; what is lost will eventually be lost; regrets will probably leave traces behind. The thoughts of love, the thoughts of love; the hurt of love, the sadness of love, and the pain of love. Memories will eventually haunt those who love them. That is the beauty of youth, and for some people, it is inevitable. Because love makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves, they finally suffered from the separation of love. The beauty of spring is the dance of summer; the departure of autumn is the desolation of winter. This should be the depth of love. He misses her; she misses him. After the trivial matters flew away; he no longer missed her, and she no longer missed him. The red line is cut; everyone goes to other places. He had a dream, he dreamed about her; she had a dream, she dreamed about him. At the end of the dream; he lost the story with her, and she gave up her time with him. The love between a beautiful woman becomes a good story. The setting sun is setting, and the morning light is about to wake up; the young leaves are scattered, and the dusk is coming; the old people have passed away into their youth, leaving behind sighs and falling rain.