still remembers the figure of working overtime late at night but never leaving;

I still remember that the long road in the dark was long but then waited for the lantern;

I still remember, playing and laughing with each other and never getting tired of chasing;

I still remember the words and blessings when I was separated.

……

We met a lot of people.

A lot of people were replaced too.

We gradually dispersed, disrupted by time, and lived our lives in our own ways.

We turn away from the past and forget the past.

Until the former was once upon a time.

We become each other, passers-by of the past.

We're busy on the go; busy with life; Busy with change.

We are no longer relevant.

We are all over the world, and we start broadcasting our own war songs in separate songs.

We meet new people, but we are also reduced to old people.

When an occasional moment, you may be able to remember that the warmth of a certain time was with you.

The true feelings that were once warm are only for you.

We have lost in growth and setbacks, but there is no denying that we were once great.

As I remember, it still exists.

Reunited after a long absence, I miss it very much.

Hello, if you can't meet, please let us meet in our dreams.

Chapter 97 of "Liu's Essays" The old man in the dream is in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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