I suddenly thought of an unknown song by Zhou Huajian that I silently liked many years ago: Whenever the song ends, the colorful colors turn gray.
I couldn't help loving this song so many years ago when I hadn't really had a taste of life.
Whatever things move in, will always move out. In the
end, all that's left is loneliness, whether it's accustomed or unbearable.
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