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At that time, we were as beautiful as the sunset, waving our youth, walking and singing, thinking we could go far away. After years, but found that the hands of time, turning clouds and rain, always first let us soldier chaos, and then scribbled scattered. We desire to love with a bang, but in the end can only quietly decay. We all desperately want to hold the hand of our favorite person and walk slowly in the crowd. However, I...