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We are also a leaf on the tree;
Now, it is green.
You walked backwards and said something to me;
Slopes, dim street lamps.
Your right arm, charming radian;
The air is filled with lilac paulownia flowers.
A short pause-good;
Come on, take you to another mountain road.
I choose this road and walk from here to there;
And then return, even if.
The footprints when I met you;
This road looks brand new.
What I intended to do has now been completed;
But when I play.
Walkers just walk for walking;
The duplication involved;
Put forward doubts that I can't answer.