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Each Piece Is Worthy Of Collection, Every Time Is Worth Forgetting…

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Each piece is worthy of collection, every time is worth forgetting
One year running around, who encountered the dust edge; a
๐Ÿ‘†One year running around, who encountered the dust edge; a treasure, Tianya people who do not have; a little consonance, who recalled leaning on the fence;
A kind of love for Acacia, who has been given free time;
๐Ÿ‘†A kind of love for Acacia, who has been given free time; One river and the moon, whoever rewarded them; A winter snow, who forgets the Yanbo;
A pot of turbid wine, who was drunk; I was a bloke, who
๐Ÿ‘†A pot of turbid wine, who was drunk; I was a bloke, who scorned; a text message, who only loved it; some thinking, who is who.
The cycle of life is scattered and scattered. Standing on
๐Ÿ‘†The cycle of life is scattered and scattered. Standing on the other side of the fleeting year, look back at the passing time.
The years are memories of the hourglass, leaving only
๐Ÿ‘†The years are memories of the hourglass, leaving only fragments of pieces. Each piece is worthy of collection, and each period is worth remembering.
In the vast sea of people, meeting is a kind of fate. Every
๐Ÿ‘†In the vast sea of people, meeting is a kind of fate. Every encounter is a beautiful encounter. Every gathering is a doomed fate. The fate is met but not demanded.