A hand-copied song, a yellowed memory.
When we gradually grow old, open the dusty past, recall and remember the past of youth,
Maybe it's a happy thing too...
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A hand-copied song, a yellowed memory.
When we gradually grow old, open the dusty past, recall and remember the past of youth,
Maybe it's a happy thing too...
Thanks for reading, stay tuned, leave a message~