What is past is gone
There was a star in life, I mean, it was very lovely, it drowned, then it drowned. Look at the joy of amber, how many of its stars have broken, how many of its dear ones have been left, but tell me where they are found again. When does amber mourn over the broken stars, the things that are gone are gone. Went
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