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let me go crazy

Spring goes and autumn comes, and flowers bloom and fall all become poems.

The clouds gather and disperse the joys and sorrows, and no one knows the long-cherished thoughts.

A promise that fails to separate suffering, love, hate, love, hate, and hatred disturbs the heart.
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