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In fact, I just want to write my own story quietly and look at my past, whether it is happy or sad. Sometimes the road goes too fast, I just remember to move forward, I just hate that it is too hurried. It's great to be young, you can let go and pursue what you want without fear of getting hurt. Later, as I got older, my heart became fragile and I couldn't bear it anymore. Time can change a person beyond recognition. It has been seven years now, and I have almost forgotten your appearance, but I still remember the feeling of liking you. The figure chasing you in my dream feels so far away. I've almost let it go. That's it. I hope that person lives a happy life. Um.