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... oughly clapping the beat and singing it once, she fell silent. The music seemed like walking alone on Xinghai Street under the drizzle after finishing a performance.
Wearing an oversized sweatshirt, alone with her music, holding an umbrella on her way home.
Walking for a long, long time on the street, it was unclear whether it was loneliness or a kind of tranquility. The cold drizzle hitting her face made her wish the rain would never stop, letting her longing continue...
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