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曾经我们都以为自己可以为爱情死，其实爱情死不了人，它只会在最疼的地方扎上一针，然后我们欲哭无泪，我们辗转反侧，我们久病成医，我们百炼成钢。你不是风儿，我也不是沙 ，再缠绵也到不了天涯。
Once we think we can die for love, but love die, it will only in the most pain place a shot on the bar, and then we want to cry without tears, we toss and turn restlessly, we long illness into the hospital, we be toughened and hardened into steel. You are not the wind, I also not sand, then touching to the horizon.
