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Floating life is like a dream without any dust, clutch sadness and happiness always have destiny. Originally thought, this is just a misunderstanding. Who expected? In the heart of the traces left behind, can not give up this love; you said: edge, just meet in the red dust, know each other. And I stubbornly think: edge, just to love each other. You understand and do not understand, I just for you.