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I wrote a lot of love poems for you, but I didn't give them to you. I want to keep them in my heart. The memory of that day in Na Yue is too late to sort out this poem, but I don't know where it was lost. I can't remember the contents of many love poems I wrote to you. I only remember that love is deeply rooted in my heart, and I want to put your time in the hourglass. Now that the yellowed memory has disappeared in the wind, I wrote it down. The love poem I read, permeated with faint acacia through the fragrance in your hair, melted into the love poem I lost in time, and the words you have never seen were scattered in distant stories, and the love poem I wrote was like fragments. Why do I still have such a clear memory, I can't find my mood, I can't write that poem, I can't cry for a girl alone, and I can't find my true self?