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Suddenly, an old friend crosses my mind, looking back, the mountains and rivers have entered winter.

If one day we could be snowed on together, this life would count as sharing white hair.

If white hair could be replaced by snow, why would there be heartbroken people in the world?

If you were by my side at this moment, why would I need to be snowed on to pretend we share white hair?

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