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Time, like water, flows back on the table, slowly seeping into strength;, The years pass silently and noisily into the city, slowly turning into vicissitudes of life; We all like to yearn for freedom, free time, free world, and free mind, but we have never thought about whether the price of freedom is something you can bear. Some people have said that dreams are great, but I don't believe it, because my dreams are so small that they can only make me and you happy, but I can't share them with the whole world. I hope that the light can smile at me and let me see clearly the way I am lost. I hope that the night can make me dream and no longer like the desolation of walking alone. I am Yang Chengyu, your city. I want you to see my world and bring you the joy of music.