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There are Jiamu in the south and Acacia in the north. The beautiful wood can be destroyed, and the lovesickness can be dyed in every layer. Compose the years into a song. You and I sing quietly. . You know. I am an extremely aloof person who hates human affairs. I wish that all that was left in my life was romance. But one day it starts. But I suddenly want to experience worldly romance with you. Celebrate every ordinary thing. . Carefully slowly gently slowly. The lost years are gone forever. Spring goes and autumn comes in cycles. I leave you as my sweetheart in this world.