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I think of clouds, mist, wind, and flowers falling. The wind has not stopped, the snow has not stopped, and the flowers will bloom and fall forever.

The 2B left in life has a 6 in one hand. Three hundred and sixty-six days: searching for memories, recording memories, and writing down the remaining moments in life... In dreams, there are shackles that none of us can break free from, day and night alternate.

There are only stories of stories, scattered stories.

Why is a boy a boy? Why rivers and lakes are rivers and lakes Smell the fireworks in the world Shi Fang De Juvenile Chronicles Traveling with the world together