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The promises made in a certain year also vanished into thin air. In an era when things are changing and people are changing, we resolutely guard the pure land of the soul. The people and trees that have passed away; there are people and things that meet again. The years have passed but the friendship has not stopped growing on the sail of time. We are no longer the little girls we once were... We have experienced the tempering of years and the test of life. In the cycle of life, there is still the kapok that we will never let go of; the evergreen tree of our friendship. This is a work I wanted to write ten years ago. Maybe it was a trick of creation, waiting for us all to lose too much irretrievable "past", and cruelly confronting our "present", so I delayed my thoughts, foreshadowed the writing in the limited time, searched in the infinite memory, and paid homage to the lost youth.