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To love someone, guard a city, and meet by chance may not require fate. However, when I think of some people, they are like the fireworks that have bloomed in my world. They were forced to fly high into the sky to bloom in pain, and then disappeared from your eyes and the world. It seems that the meaning of meeting each other only lies in the glorious moment of meeting, and what is left is just some bleak things. Remember the unimportant things. So I thought of him and her lightly, and an inexplicable warmth arose in my heart.

How deep the passion is, the sunset in the mountains and the autumn rain. If you don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and tomorrow night, you are no longer a stranger. It's hard to let go of love, hard to stay in heart. Flowers facing the moonlight night turn into sand between fingers in the blink of an eye. It is better to forget each other for the rest of our lives and go back to see the faint green mountains, the distant flowing water, and the horizon. Ling'er, don't forget this thousand-year promise, here I come!