Time passes, what is the past and the present? Turbid drunk, drowning in love! It's just that now it's only a matter of sorrow. The beauty of the past is like a mirror, and the memory is still reproduced in front of you; In his hand, there is still a lingering fragrance, but he has long since seen the appearance of that person.

The oath in the ear lingers, like a curse that does not go away, do you regret it? Ate that forbidden fruit? Picked that green fruit too early?

What do I have left? Is it hiding alone in the dark and licking your wounds? Is it the peace and calm of the mind like water? Is it to forget, to forget, to let time dilute all this?

I didn't dare to give up, for fear of losing everything I had had; I don't dare to forget, I'm afraid I'll never pick it up again.

I'm always wandering like this, and I don't know when it's over. Perhaps, this is a deadline that will never be met, and perhaps the man will open your door and call your name when the sky is white; Maybe she'll never come back, but waiting to cherish, or struggling?

Life is just a rush to count the ears, what has been done, the person who missed it will never reappear, we are forced to move forward, stop and rest, but we can't go back to the past.

Life is like this, it is destined for life from the beginning. Our story ends, but in the sea of time, it will always exist and become a legend.

A dream, an empty one, life is only a few years. Hurry, hurry, and it's hard to turn back.

"I Am the Emperor of Freedom" [Collection] 03: It's hard to turn back, it's in the middle of the hand, please wait a while,

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