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The hourglass of time precipitates the past that cannot escape, and the hands of memory always pick up those bright sadness.
The most painful is the one that lingers between letting and not letting go. Truly determined to give up, on the contrary, there will be a sense of relief.
At the thought of tanning in the summer, the heart is floating over thousands of grass mud horses, it is a galloping horse.
Heartless, double happiness, but lovely love, worth looking forward to.