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I don't know whether there is real eternity in the world, lost thoughts in quicksand and brilliance in fireworks. Is it an eternity or an eternity?
Who once said that the fate of this life is written on the stone of III, and who once said that this life will never leave? The flowers in my heart bloom for whom and wither for whom; Maybe it's just a tear I owed in my last life, so the mirage you drew for me is like a thorn, stuck in my throat. -
Looking at the horizon, I still missed the dawn, but in my dream, a Tanabata shower blew away the lonely leaves, leaving a dusk full of afterglow, and then I met you in the autumn dusk. -
You smile = = In this light blue rain, your eyes are full of long-lost happiness. Time flows silently like sand that you can't catch, and it gradually changes us inadvertently. The joys and cries of the past are always faded and blurred in the flow of time, but we stubbornly want to keep those things that we think are very important in our hearts. Wait until all the endings are written, and then open the forgotten memories.
As if we had an appointment, we walked on the deserted streets in autumn. At this time, the rain is like a silver magic, so the rain hit you and me, ten. ...
Ask if you need anything else.