Standing in the wind around the intersection, I laugh, tears in eyes, lost my way ahead, I struggle to find, there is a road, but already does not seek the road ... ... As the years passed, I feel would have been over a number of years, sad thoughts still spread, lonely feeling, slowly soaked my thin figure, then, with my heart. ".
流年辗转，岁月依轮。定格于心灵深处的身影，何时才能化作一缕青烟，随风消散？当昔日的纯真与美好，被无尽的沧桑所掩埋，遗留下的痕迹，又当如何继续演绎？
Time after time, in accordance with the wheel. Set in the heart of the figure, when can a wisp of smoke, gone? When the former pure and beautiful, is the endless vicissitudes of life are buried, traces, and how to interpret?
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