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This feeling cannot be recalled, but I am not at a loss today. Ordinary life, ordinary stories, extraordinary feelings and extraordinary you.

We enjoy meeting and intersecting with others, and then gradually drifting away, just like the withered yellow leaves on the ground, which cannot block the greenness of the forest; where is his return, what kind of way does he want to go, and what kind of profoundness is in his dream?

I'm chasing you, blatantly asking about you, and I just want to be with you, every minute, every second, every moment