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It goes by so quickly. In a flash, the life wo knew is gone forever. And weâre left to ask ourselves. How could he have left me? When did my beauty start to fade? Why has my friend changed? Was I the best mother I could have been?
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我们每个人都生活在各自的过去中,人们会用一分钟的时间去认识一个人,用一小时的时间去喜欢一个人,再用一天的时间去爱上一个人,到最后呢,却要用一辈子的时间去忘记一个人。——《廊桥遗梦》