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Shiyue, he grew up in the natural lunar calendar. Because the era of his life was different, he chose the scene of seasonal growth as a memory of labor exchange. His voice settled like wind and dust. However, he still pursued that hope. Many years had passed and he should have achieved something. He had not moved. At this time, he thought of the past years and the city scene on this day. Now that his youthful days have passed, he still hopes that things will change here. There is no one who sells regret medicine in this world. At this time, he must make a choice. This memory, to this day, seems to have lost imagination at the time of adult growth and age. He made a choice at this time and gave himself a hope. Just as he thought, he had truly arrived at the life in the environment he had created with determination, which required complicated procedures that are still difficult to forget.