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That year, the spring was just right, and with just one glance, you lived in my heart and will never forget it. The past is like a dream when we meet again. Deep in my memory, you are always there and never leave. Walking through mountains and rivers, love remains in my heart, killing enemies in all directions, shocking thousands of miles, silently guarding my only true love. They are all waiting for a return date.

A time of pure love can warm the years to come. We will meet many people along the way, those who warm us and give us the courage to be ruthless. The past can be forgotten or carried on, as long as you live happily.