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The past

In the memory of time

Fragrant from a dream

The color of life

Brilliant because of the blooming of flowers

A still cluster of uses like a mountain

Treasure the story deeply

In the faint years

Alone and calm

Rain falls is the sentiment of flowing water

Snow falls on heaven and earth

now

In the posture of a tree

Stand deep in the red dust

Watch the prosperity of the world

But I never got it back

Innocence of yourself

Know it clearly

The wind of those years

Blow the good away early...

The past

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