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Love lost to come to the ancient street, magically crossed, is it a blessing or a curse? Why, everything I do, in his eyes small nothing; why, he can be soft on her people like water? In the past, the love of the past was rosy with the wind, in the present and the past, the love of the past is stumbling, in the future, how to let the love of the lingering? The lovebirds spectrum, remember the love sadness, this spectrum has sentimental spectrum of those who have no feelings. I think again, people break my heart. Who knows, my grief?