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When you are young, you must be brave enough to express yourself, because only for a period of time can you have the capital to make a splash. Youth is gone, taking with it our best years, leaving behind messy memories. I can't forget it, I can't let it go. In the end, I can only say, youth, she has been here before.

A sword, a dream, a prodigal in the end of the world, a lonely companion. No one asks, you get drunk with wine, and your obsession remains unchanged throughout your life. Who can resolve grievances and grievances, meet them as luck, and gather and disperse as fate.