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The Old Street in the Classmate Directory
Before the old bookstore was demolished, Lao Chen found a box of unopened letters in the attic - all sent by her thirty years ago. Each letter was returned with the words "No such person found". He searched for her address and found that she actually lived in the next street, guarding a flower shop called "Meet Again". She smiled and said, "I was sure you would come, but I didn't expect to wait so long." He opened the last letter, and there was only one line in it: "This time, I will find you in
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The Love and Hate About You in This Life
The old painter returned to the sketching town in her later years, and her easel was propped up on the stone bridge where she stood. There is a blank space in every landscape - at the end of a bridge, under a tree, in front of a window. Until the gray-haired woman passed by in a wheelchair, she stopped and asked, "Are you still waiting for someone?" He dipped in cinnabar and clicked a maple leaf in the blank space: "I have been waiting for a lifetime, and finally you are in the painting." When t
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Faded Sewer
The bathroom floor of the rental house was always clogged, and he squatted on the floor every night to clean his tangled hair, as if he was clearing out some accumulated emotions. One day she found a faded ring stuck in the drain - the one she had lost five years ago. He held the ring tightly, and the ticking sound of the faucet suddenly became clear. It turns out that some things never really disappear, they just sink in the gaps of life, waiting to be fished out of the water again by some sudd
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When Your Door Is Replaced
Backstage at the Hong Kong Coliseum, singer Arlene folded the lyrics of the last song "Qian Qian Que Song" into paper cranes. Thirty years ago, she sang this song at the pier for her lover going to the United States, and they parted ways. Farewell performance tonight, he is sitting in the audience with gray hair. When she sang "There will be thousands of songs in the future", she suddenly stopped and gently put the paper crane down on the microphone stand: "I won't sing this song anymore - I'm a
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Bus No. 107 in Haishu District
He always took bus 107 and circled the Drum Tower three times in the evening, with the dim street lights reflected in the car windows. The conductor changed several times, but he remained the same. One day a girl got on the bus and sat down next to him: "I always saw you when I was a kid." He smiled: "I'm waiting for someone. She said she would get on the bus at Gulou Station." When the bus arrived, the girl handed over a yellowed note: "Mom asked me to hand it over - she said she had been on th
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When Will the Ming Dynasty Find Out?
She has guarded a ginkgo tree for thousands of years, with the same name carved all over the trunk. Pilgrims said she was crazy, but she only smiled: "I'm waiting for someone to be reincarnated." In late autumn one year, the young man picked up the leaves she had blown off on purpose under the tree. There were words on the back: "Do you remember? Thousands of years ago, you planted me with your own hands." She looked at his back and said softly: "This time, I will slowly grow like you." The gink
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Wanliang Wine Shop Town
At the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, a retired swordsman drank alone in a wine shop. The girl at the next table danced with a sword to add to the fun, and the move was actually the "Drunken Meng Sheng" he created back then. He asked his master in surprise, and the girl smiled and pointed to the reward notice on the wall - "Capture this person, and the reward will be ten thousand taels." He laughed and threw the sword: "The grudges in the world are not as good as a jar of red daughters." After three
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The History of the Town
It was raining on the day he moved out of the city, but he found that every eaves resembled her gesture of holding an umbrella. The back of the proprietress of the breakfast shop downstairs in his new home looked like her, and he subconsciously said "no coriander" - that was her taste. He was talking to himself in the empty room at night, only to realize that she was everywhere, not because she was everywhere, but because he had never really left the summer with her. He turned on his phone and d
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Old Refrigerator on Street Corner
On the day he moved out, he left the last can of beer in the empty refrigerator with a note: "After I leave, drink it when you miss me." She never touched it until she broke the can when moving and discovered the bottom was engraved with: "Drink this can and don't wait any longer." Ten years later, she met him at a corner convenience store, and he was putting the same beer on the shelf. She picked up a can, and he said softly: "This time, I'll wait for you to leave first." It turned out that the
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Scarf and Bedside Table
He bought the same red scarf every winter, but she said it was too wasteful. In the seventh year, when she was seriously ill, he still folded the scarf and put it on the bedside. When she was dying, she suddenly opened her eyes: "That year in the snow, you also handed me the only hot tea, and you were shivering from the cold." He was stunned, and she smiled: "I remember your only one." Later, he knitted seven scarves into a blanket and covered him - like her body temperature that never left. It
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Namer of Bookstall
Uzuki Yuno was admitted to Musashino University in Tokyo alone from Hokkaido due to his father's job transfer. She is shy and taciturn, and is tight-lipped about the reasons for her choice of school. While wandering around, she bumped into Yamazaki, a boy who worked part-time in a bookstore. He had the same name as the university student, and she felt strange. From then on, she always went to that store, from buying books in silence to talking softly, the loneliness in a foreign land slowly melt
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The Impact of the Crispy Angle
He always sat across from her in the library, three desks apart, like an impassable river. On the eve of graduation, he put a note in the book she often borrowed: "The distance is 29.8 Centimeters. I measured it for four years." Years later, when sorting out old books, she found that on the borrowing card of the book, each column had a date written on it, with the same number next to it. She finally understood that some distances are not meant to be crossed, but to prove that someone has loved y
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Empty Mailbox in Front of Door
She waited by the mailbox every day for a reply, but she only received bills and advertisements. On the sixty-third day, the postman delivered a return letter - stamped "This person has not been found". Only then did she realize that she had always written the wrong house number. It turns out that everything failed because she was looking in the wrong direction from the beginning. She squatted next to the empty mailbox and finally cried loudly - not because she couldn't wait, but because the sin
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Library Potato Chips
He always sat diagonally behind her in the library, watching her profile flickering between the pages of the book. On graduation day, he mustered up the courage to sit across from her, but she raised her head and said, "You finally looked at me." He was stunned, and it turned out that she had always known. But he opened his mouth and only said one sentence: "I know your profile better than a book." Later he received a photo she took of him looking at her profile - it turned out that they were bo
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Spring Garden Full of Flowers
Kasugayama Temple, he met her under the old apricot tree. When she gave each other flowers, she smiled and said, "It's better to give them to you than to give them to you." Later, the war separated the north and the south, and he finally returned to his hometown after many years of travel. The apricot flowers in the mountain temple had all fallen. Under the old tree, there was only a white-haired woman with a dead branch on her temple that he had broken off - the flower had long since turned to
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End of Balance Beam
Oxford witch scholar Diana accidentally opens a forbidden book and releases the vampire Matthew Goode, who has been sealed away for hundreds of years. He is both the incarnation of ancient books and her bloodline enemy. The two are forced to join forces to unlock the secrets in the book. They explore the truth between magic and history, but fall into a forbidden love. This encounter not only shook the balance between the two major ethnic groups, but also made her discover that her birth was the
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Yun Shui Hua Nian Yao
In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, she was washing her yarn by the water, and he was playing the flute in the boat. The clouds and water met only for a moment, but the sound of the flute fell into her heart. When the war broke out, he joined the army. Ten years later, she got married and went to the waterside to wash vegetables. She always heard the faint sound of the flute - going down the river and then upstream, as if she was looking for the man who was wearing yarn. She low
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Weathervane on an Isolated Island
Weather observers record clouds on isolated islands, and lighthouse keepers light up the sea every night. He shouted to the sea in Morse code, and she responded with a weathervane. They have never met each other in ten years, but they have become each other's only coordinates. On the night of the typhoon, he sent his last message: "The clouds are about to disperse." She flashed three times: "The sea remembers." The next day, his observation log floated on the sea surface, and the title page read
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The Industrial Revolution of Non-Marriage
The smart Emma is keen to help her friend Harriet, and strongly recommends the eccentric priest Elton, but ignores Harriet's affection for Knightley. When Frank appears, Emma's proud celibacy begins to waver, and every fate she carefully planned ultimately leads to an ending she never expected.
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Tell Me About My Long Journey
She planted a willow tree at the ferry and said he would come back when the willow tree fell to the ground. For ten or twenty years, the willow branches brushed across the water and turned yellow, but the boat never returned. One day a merchant ship docked, and an old monk came down holding her urn and said that she had asked her before she passed away in a foreign land: "Tell him not to ask about the date of return. I will return when the willow withers." He caressed the withered willow and was
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Eyebrows Dropped to Shoulders
He guarded a withered peach tree for three hundred years, waiting for someone to come back from the reincarnation. That spring equinox, the peach trees suddenly sprouted new buds. A girl stumbled into the valley, hugged the tree trunk and cried: "I dreamed that something was buried under this tree." He pushed aside the soil and took out the concentric knot she had buried with her own hands. The red rope had faded to moon white. The girl looked up at him, her tears still wet: "This knot... Was ti
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Hairpin from the Window Sill
The year when Laohuai was struck down by lightning, he sawed open the tree stump and found a copper hairpin embedded in the growth rings - the one he pinned to her temple when he left home. Counting the growth rings, it was exactly what she had buried while waiting for him in the seventh year. The tree is dead and the person is dead. Only the strand of black hair wrapped around the copper hairpin is still as black as when we first saw it. He buried the hairpin back to its original place and whis
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Postal Romance
Mario, a fisherman who didn't like the sea, became a postman on the island, delivering letters to the exiled poet Neruda, and became obsessed with poetry. He expressed his love to his sweetheart in poetry, and Neruda and his wife proved that they finally got married. After the poet left, Mario continued to write poems and wanted to recite them at a workers' rally, but his poems brought him trouble and he suffered an accident.
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Record of the Same Boat on the Cold River
Crossing the cold river at night, he held a lone boat, and the wind and snow on both sides were like knives. She stood on the bow of the boat and said she was going to find her lost friend. Over the years, he had ferried countless passengers, but she took the same boat back and forth—and returned empty-handed each time. One time when the storm was at its worst, she finally sat in the cabin to keep warm and asked softly: "Do you know that the person I am looking for is on the boat?" His hand hold
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Baiwu's Sustenance
She drew ninety-nine portraits of him, but she could never get the facial features right—every time she started writing, her memory became blurry. When the last painting was completed, the person in the painting smiled at her: "You have forgotten, I am the painting spirit. Every time you paint a picture, I will pay off an old debt for you." She suddenly realized it and asked in a trembling voice: "What is the last debt?" The painting spirit pointed to the snow outside the window: "Forget me."
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Rest of Old Stories in Xiaolou
The night rain knocked on the window, and she was sitting alone in the small building on the mountain. The wind chimes in the corner of the eaves rang softly, as if they were urging him to leave in the old year. In the sound of rain, I could hear the sound of horse hooves coming from far away - when I opened the door, I saw nothing but empty mountains and wet mist. She moved the lamp to the window, fearing that he would not be able to see the way when he returned. When the rain stopped in the mo
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Nowhere to Find in the Mountains
He carried an old lantern and illuminated every rock crevice in the mountains and fields. The villagers laughed at him as crazy: "Things that have been lost for thirty years have turned to dust long ago." He only shook his head: "She lost a shoe when she left. If she didn't find it, she would be lame in the next life." One night, the wind blew and the lantern fell into the deep stream. He chased it down and saw an embroidered shoe that had become rusty and turned into mud lying next to the withe
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Talk About Painting a Pond on a Snowy Night
He became obsessed with painting plum blossoms, and everyone thought he was crazy. That snowy night, he only painted a picture of a dark plum blossom, but he refused to finish the last petal. When asked why, he only smiled: "Wait for someone to see it." Thirty years later, the white-haired old woman passed by the painting stall, stared at the unfinished plum painting for a long time, raised her hand a little - the last petal bloomed on the paper. He raised his head in shock, tears falling like s
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Just Sing a Little Tune
The stage was empty. After singing her last performance, she took off her pearls and green clothes, but she couldn't take off the dust on her lapel. The cup of tea left alone for him in the audience has long since cooled down. I remember he said, "When you finish this play, I will redeem your freedom." Now the song has ended and everyone has dispersed, leaving only the echo in the empty corridor. She folded the sleeves and put them at the bottom of the box, like burying an unfinished scene. When
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After Sitting in the Pool
Under the ancient locust tree, he sat alone for nine hundred spring and autumn years. It is said that gathering dew from all four seasons can summon the souls of the dead. He tries every year and fails every year. One day, the wandering monk passed by and sighed: "It's not you who missed it, but she didn't want to come back." He stroked the withered bottle of morning dew and suddenly smiled: "Then wait. When the time comes, when the tree also remembers the name she buried here with her own hands
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Under the Old Eaves of Tingzhou
New mud is added to the old nest under the eaves, and the swallows return in pairs. She leaned against the door and counted for twelve years, but the person she was waiting for never appeared at the entrance of Qingshi Alley. Yan Yu is particularly noisy this year, as if he is urging something. In the dusk, someone slowly walked into the rain curtain carrying an old luggage - it was the young man who broke the willows to say goodbye. She wanted to speak, but pointed at the beams and murmured: "L
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Listen to the Snowy Night with Cold Lights
On a cold rainy night, she guarded an empty courtyard, writing and tearing up the past. The honey date she had promised had long since disappeared, and only the candlelight accompanied her from spring to snow. When the maple leaves bid farewell and the courtyard is covered with moss, she finally understands - it's not that the lights don't go out, but that people don't want to wake up. After writing all the songs, my heart is still tired.
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Thirty Years in Volume
Before he died, he opened the dusty "Red Dust". The yellowed pages recorded the Peach Blossom Crossing where he first met her, the thirty-six moonsets they watched side by side, and the half of her unfinished sentence when they said goodbye for the last time. The ink stains came to an abrupt end in the autumn of a certain year, but in the blank space there was an unfamiliar line of clear regular script - "I was afraid that you would forget, so I renewed it for you for thirty years." It turned ou
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Drizzle Ripples Perm
The drizzle has just stopped, and the tips of the leaves in the lotus pond have just broken through the water. She stood at the end of the bridge and looked at the faint green timidly poking out of the spring mud. He said, "The lotus will come back when it blooms." But now the sharp corners are only showing, and the flowering period is still far away. The ripples spread out wherever the wind passed, like the mornings and evenings she had counted. Suddenly, someone came from the depths of the wil
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Blue and White Dress with Full Sleeves
At dusk when the flowers were blooming, she sat under the old peach tree, counting the fallen petals like the passing years. That year he broke a branch and swore: "I will return when the flowers have fallen." Now the flowers have bloomed and faded for thirteen years, and the stone bench under the tree has been covered with moss. When the wind blows, the petals cover her clothes, as if remembering all the unfinished words for her. In the dusk, she clipped the last petal into the letter - when th
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Fukou Qilidi
At the ancient crossing, he kept a lamp for forty years. That year she took a boat and said, "I'll come back when the peach blossom season starts." From then on, the lights were as bright as stars every night. The river has changed its course seven times, and the people at the ferry have changed for three generations, but he still turns the wick very bright - he is afraid that when she returns, she will not be able to see the way home clearly. One foggy morning, someone asked him who he was wait
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Old Letter Paper
He prayed for immortality for three hundred years just to find her again in reincarnation. On the day of her successful release from seclusion, she had been reincarnated seven times, with gray hair, leaning on her children and grandchildren, and no longer recognizing her old friends. He stood quietly for a long time, burned the Secret of Immortality, and dispersed all the golden elixir into the world of mortals - since he could not live together through cultivation, he decided to fight for his l
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Half Level Rain Arrow
Haitang Youxie Zhengshu received a stroke of east wind. At the end of the ladder, bitter rain falls like arrows. He stepped on the long blood-stained steps to look for her, but only found a stroke of Dongfeng and half an old letter. Begonias bloom and fall in front of the steps, witnessing this bitter love that cannot be tolerated in the world. He once held wine and played the harp, and she once fell into a chess game; now the vows are in ashes. The clouds have dispersed, and the frost has gathe
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Floating Life Comes from the Clouds
The ruins of the ancient temple were destroyed, and a painter was ordered to restore a faded mural. The woman in the painting was leaning against the piano with a smile on her face, but he always felt that those eyes were looking at him. Every night when he traces, the ink will automatically spread out and fill in his unfinished strokes. The moment the last stroke was written, the mural suddenly became as bright as new, and he himself became the person playing the piano in the painting - it turn
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Ask the Setting Sun
Wandering in the rivers and lakes for half his life, he has tasted warmth and cold, seen flowers bloom and the moon fall, and experienced the light of swords and shadows. When I return to my hometown in my later years, the bells of the mountain temple still ring, and all that remains of my old friend is his name on the monument. He poured three glasses of wine, one to the past, one to the old friend, and the last glass to the setting sun - although the world was bitter, it never failed to live u
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Ying Ying Shi Xu Old
Breaking a new willow branch, she stood at the old ferry. That year he said, "I will come back when the sky is filled with catkins." Now the willow trees have closed in and the catkins are flying all over the city, but the young man riding the white horse has never been seen. The willow branches in the celadon vase withered and changed, and changed and withered again - as if as long as the willow is still green, the spring is not far away. When the wind blew, she heard someone calling her name i
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An Old Window Lattice
Dusk spread over the old window lattice, and she dug out the unfinished letter that year. The ink has faded into the color of clouds, and the deep floral fragrance of that spring can be seen between the lines. He once said that love lasts forever, but now she believes it - it turns out that the strongest love is not when they meet, but every evening after they say goodbye, when they read old letters.
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Each Other's Opening Remarks
A girl who has been single for many years was invited to attend her ex-boyfriend's wedding as a "Plus One" (Plus One). She originally wanted to attend the appointment gracefully to prove that she was living a good life, but at the wedding, she discovered that she was always the unnecessary person. Until a groomsman who was also alone handed her a glass of wine and told her: "I am also someone else's 'Plus One', why don't we be each other's 'Plus One'?" The two smiled at each other in embarrassme
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Flickering on Candle Wick
When he woke up, the candlelight was flickering and the shadows were shaking on the wall, sometimes like people, sometimes not. So he asked the shadow: "Are you you or my heart?" The shadow remained silent and only swayed as usual. He reached out to touch it, and the candle flame burned his fingertips - at that moment, he could clearly see the outline of the shadow. It turns out that all these years, he has never been himself, just a ball of borrowed light. He blew out the candle. In the darknes
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Zoumaqutang
In the middle of the lake on a spring night, she leaned against the railing alone, watching the moon reflected in her white clothes and the shadows of flowers moving in the wind. I once promised to "wait until the spring is over and enjoy the new lotuses together", but in the end things have changed and people have changed. When the pear blossoms are piled with snow and the moonlight fades away, the past is only replaced by a decisive glance after the clear rain. Before the years passed, she san
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Broken Willows and Golden Years of Shu
The wind blew and the begonias fell all over the ground. She stood under the tree, looking at the butterflies on her fingertips as if she was worried. He once said he would come back when the crabapples bloom again. Now the flowers bloom and fall, year after year. She picked up a wisp of spring breeze, but could no longer wait for the person who broke the willow and blew it gently. The years are pure, only my thoughts wander with the passing years.
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The Trees Are Deep in Front of the Grave
She was originally an unknown person in the romance field, and he was also an infatuated guest in the world. A startling glance planted the roots of love, but it was hard to defeat rumors and the world was not merciful. In the end, life and death were separated. She was nameless and her love turned into deep-seated hatred. In the next life, she pestered Po Meng to ask where she was in the previous life. She was obsessed with it for the rest of her life, unwilling to forget or let go.
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Ice Cream Palette
In the alley after the rain, the wisteria flower stands let out the setting sun. She stopped to paint, and the hem of her clothes knocked over his palette - dark purple paint was splashed on the plain white piano music. He was the conductor of the orchestra, squatting down to pick up the wet pages. Later, his concert was filled with lavender notes, and at the entrance of her painting exhibition, the sheet music of "Nocturne in B flat major" was quietly opened.
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Let the Clouds Clear Up
On a cold night, she stood guard in the empty courtyard, waiting for someone who would never come back. We once promised to grow old together, but now there is only the sound of falling snow. The wind blows through the eaves of the corridor, scattering old letters and writings blurred like tears. She tightened her thin clothes and swallowed her unsent thoughts to Leng Yue. When the sky was about to dawn, an old plum blossom quietly bloomed in the courtyard - just like the one he broke off when h
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The Cold Window Has No Title and the Old Friend Returns
On a cold autumn night, I looked out into the distance all alone. I wanted to write something, but I still couldn't finish it. I don't want to remember things, I just want to find the shadow of an old friend in the words. The light flickered as he murmured the name. All the flowers blooming in the world are not as good as the moment you return.
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