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When the maple leaf fell in the palm of the moment, tears across my face, once deep soul love, can you find it?
Once always thought that the existence will never leave, and now understand that the leave will never come back.
My talent is a fancy funeral, and when you're gone, I'll make sure you're gone.
Please believe that those sneaking away time, urge the old our face, but enrich our life.