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Afterword: Youth is Fading, See You at the Next Crossroad,In my mind’s eye is always a scene – an evening twilight at the school music building during perhaps my tumultuous final year of high school. On the top floor of the music building, in one of the practice rooms, a girl plays her violin against the backdrop of the setting sun; she creates beautiful melodies that encapsulate all joys and sorrows alike. I hope you could hear this music.,Youth is fleeting, and we shall meet again at our next intersection.。

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