"Encounter"
You painted sadness on the corners of your eyes, I wiped wandering on my forehead, you added a few strands of white hair with longing, I let the years carve my haggard hands, and then we passed each other on the street corner, indifferently no longer knowing each other. Dear friend, please don't blame that time for changing a person's appearance. We ourselves are the makeup artists.
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If you want to be active, then use your brain to think of something. Reposting is fine... but insisting on dealing with Murong's lousy poetry...
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