Life is like a dream, gatherings, separations, and separations, mornings like spring flowers withering, sometimes together, sometimes separated, fate comes and goes as you please. In the blink of an eye, her black hair and black hair looked back indifferently, with a lot of vicissitudes of life in her heart. I shed tears alone.
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