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Time always slips away from your hands in a hurry when you are caught off guard. When you look back, you find that everything is irreversible. Looking at the white hair on your head, you secretly regret that you did not cherish the past time, those who once had it. We have found someone, we have been happy together, we have pursued, we have spent our youthful years in love. It was already deep that night, and Xu Moming was walking on the street alone. The street seemed unusually deserted late at night. Occasionally, one or two roaring cars passed by and brought out a gust of cold wind. Drops fell on the ground. The fallen dead leaves were picked up by the wind and whirlwinded, falling into the silent distance. As Mo Ming looked at the street lights in a daze, he remembered that when he was bullied when he was a boy, he would stand alone in front of the dormitory window and watch the dim street lights twinkling, just like tonight. So deserted, suddenly a gust of wind blew up and blinded Mo Ming's eyes. The street lights all around flickered on and off like magnetic field radiation. A dazzling bright light came from afar with the once popular music whistling... Goodbye, my beloved dream girl