我们常常安慰自己，大不了只是回到原点，可是我们心里都明白，没有什么能回到原点。记忆作祟，时光荏苒，看似从孑然一身又回到孑然一身，但我们再也不是原点的那个自己。
We often comfort ourselves. We can't go back to the square one, but we all know that nothing can return to the square one again. Memory is awkward, time flies, it seems to be back from the hustle and bustle, but we are no longer the origin of ourselves.
We often comfort ourselves. We can't go back to the square one, but we all know that nothing can return to the square one again. Memory is awkward, time flies, it seems to be back from the hustle and bustle, but we are no longer the origin of ourselves.
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