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The memories don't stop, the joys don't change. The side of your face, the dimple of your smile, is a mark I can't miss. Backlit back, you ride a bicycle far away, just like the first time I rubbed shoulders. The world is so big, and we are so small, so can meeting again be a happiness to be enjoyed exclusively? If you have already forgotten, I will be filled with courage from the encounter, and shout out your name as if this is the first time we met.