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One那一年,正是学生时代最为兵荒马乱的一年。忙碌了一天,当暮色渐浓的时候,揉揉酸涩的眼,我会开始注意窗外,是否有唤我名字的声音……
One year was one of the most turbulent times in the student era. After a busy day, when the darkness is getting stronger, rubbing the sour eyes, I will start to notice outside the window. Is there a voice that calls my name...