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The night pearl reflected his identical face, and the figure was familiar yet unfamiliar. In order to see her face clearly, I searched and searched for her face, sleeping and resting, just to find the real her...

Destined love is also a bad fate. You hold the world in your hands and look at life with a cold eye. In the end, you still can't escape the ice-melting warmth.

Dreams are nihilistic and ethereal, the trance at the end of life, the spell to wake up the slumber, the lost guidance...

A song portrays a life, a song saves millions of lives. From scratch, time progresses is what the heart desires.