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Once we all thought we could die for love in fact, love can not die, it will only be in the most painful place to stab a needle, and then we want to cry, we tossed and turned, we have been sick for a long time, we have been refined into a steel. You are not the wind, I am not sand, and then lingering can not reach the end of the world.