The quiet years slowly flow in my fingertips, I wander alone in the light and shadow of the shallow years, the cheeks kissed by the sun in my memory, and the breeze blows through the sorrow of youth and brightness. In such a simple and clear day, I was like a lost child, unable to find my way home. In this seemingly busy life, I try to pursue the warmth of life, and try to see the colorful scenery from the window of life.
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