Remembrance, my first love should not be lost and regretted, should only have a good time, should not be strange and sad, should only meet you in the most beautiful years.

Riding a bicycle through the crowd, the breeze blows a familiar smell, always thinking that everyone is you, but looking back, what you see is just a flow of people.

The night is deep, and there is a lot of fog, shrouded in the truth, or confused, in the fog, looking for it, but it's just, seeing flowers in the fog, floating like a dream.

I remember that year, on the bluestone bridge, under the ginkgo tree, looking at you from afar, like a thief, don't you know that you have stolen my heart.

On the bluestone bridge, under the ginkgo tree, it was still that year, but the thief's heart died, and met her water eyes, which were as clear as water, but, from her water eyes, I saw that the bluestone bridge, the ginkgo tree.

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