Couldn't care less.
总有一天,不再听动人的歌曲,把故事洗净晾在廊尽头,让风一阵一阵吹干。
绾好头发,煮一大碗茶水,等春去了,秋也去了,数不清风流了,
等到茶凉得差不离了,我就走了。
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