We will change eventually, the game will not be played again, the feelings will slowly fade, and we like to be simple. After many years, I found that the end point that I had been struggling to find had an answer at the beginning.

Xu is not seen, the sky is very blue, the water is shallow, and the people's hearts are round. Reminiscing about the old years, how many joys and sorrows.

Love for a moment, hate for a moment, in the blink of an eye. I won't forget your face, like you still look into my eyes.

"You are my unfinished poem" nostalgia is being typed in the hand, please wait a moment,

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