Time is quietly drifting away. All is in the past, quietly and quietly asleep in the grave of time. The other four verses, even though a thousand years have passed, I have not forgotten that each time I recite them, the image of the old days is brighter, brighter and more beautiful. In a world full of princess be a witch poster. I tried to forget but forget in nostalgia. From fragile but lingering memories like clouds and clouds, soft but firm and unchanging with time, I know one thing well, I still love hexadecimal poetry even though it is not Nguyen Binh’s. Until now.
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