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The peaches are falling, the poplars are dying. Do you know that I'm losing weight? Is the fragrance of orchids still here today? When the wind picks up, the dream is broken. The love is still there, the people are still there, who is the one whose face is still there? The sound is long, the road is quiet, this heart stays long, this love lasts long. I will wait for you. Let the snow stain the frosty splendor, not to be ashamed of the love button.