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Chapter 10: The clouds collect and the rain takes a rest.

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    "Stars and Moon" sung by Tong Ange.  When I was a depressed student, I listened to countless songs, day and night, from the West to the East, from foreign languages ??to Chinese, and all types of music, until there was nothing left to listen to, and I sighed.  That night star!  How it breaks my heart!  The moon is vaguely telling me that it is incomplete and difficult to capture. Oh, moon, stars, why don't you guide me? Don't you understand that people are lonely and tonight is long.  There are probably only 11 women in the world who think I am the best at writing love letters.  Ahem!  Because I wrote 11 love letters.  No more writing.  Because there are still 4 parts left to be written, and I only have enough time to write these four parts in this life.  It's very real, as real as taking a photo with Xiao Yun, the heroine of the eighth love letter, without any modification. That day, riding a motorcycle in the rain, dust and car dust, half of Taipei was rotten, rotten?  Yes, I don¡¯t like Taipei where I live. I love Hualien and Kenting. Alas, I am helpless in Taipei.  From a psychological point of view, when a person has nothing to do to challenge harsh things, it usually means that he has a psychological disease, which I call destructive disorder.  Because destruction is in order to rebuild oneself and make oneself more perfect and stronger. However, these facts create dissatisfaction in people and they are always chasing.  I read history and burst out laughing. I keep repeating it day after day. I pursue endless material desires. When can you stop?  Light, light and beautiful, no more sick, and I will be completely healed because of you.  "I'm Not Afraid of You" sung by Chen Xiaojuan.  You are not brave enough to love, or you are not brave enough to love. Fear will push love too far. Love is not for anyone. You know your own heart. You are not afraid to give up my trust, but you are afraid that you will change. You are not afraid to let go.  You can see clearly, but you are afraid of opening your heart completely. I am not afraid of expressing my deep feelings, but you are afraid of carrying too many love debts. I am not afraid of encountering the vicissitudes of life, but you are afraid of not being able to reach the future. "Transformation" was sung by Zhang Hongliang.  I really never thought that transformation would lead to something worse. I always thought that transformation would lead to something better. In 1990, apart from the blue sky, sea, green mountains and green fields, I didn¡¯t want to think of anything else. I just went against the grain and didn¡¯t want to learn at all.  In the years of 2016, "So what if I force you? I just want to force you!" In 2016, as time passed by and youth grew older, the woman closed her book, looked at the stars, and murmured to herself: The Four Steps of a Horse in the Sky.  "My dear, why aren't you here?" Jiang Meiqi sang.  When she turned back, the sound of the piano became very sad, and this sadness seemed to be saying something: That heartbreak!  Walking together on the land of broken dreams, I saw a lot of things. Happiness is just an illusion, full of sadness and confusion. The split love needs a place with extremely beautiful soul. Maybe true love is everywhere, but for me love is a transformation.  Mountains and ridges, love is like flowing water.  "Love Letter That Year" sung by Jiang Meiqi.  The sun shines through the leaves and shines on the white shirt!  Smell the fresh cool breeze on the hillside, look at you dancing in the wind, with that bright sunny smile, exuding natural temperament as you step, like a beautiful fairy, with eyes that never want to leave for a moment; for  The beginning is also the end. In these ridiculous and depressing years, in the name of melancholy, I record the beauty of the sun, colorless and formless.
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