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Yeshi, after so many years, who was the Fleeting Time? Who loves who? Who hates who? Who wouldn't forget who?

Time passed quickly, passing through the year like a wisp of smoke, passing with the wind, passing with the season.

I gently tiptoe the ignorant toes, in the lily lake, in the drowning, only for the face.

Meeting in the sunlight, from then on, not for the past life