Loanh quanh thế nào lại mơ đi lạc vào Phủ Tây Hồ.
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Memory is strange. I’d say memory is somewhat like a cup of ice cold bubble tea in a hot summer day. Leave the cup there for a while and then you grasp it again, the chill actually comes from those uninvited hemispheric drops of water. It’s the same kind of thing when you suddenly reach a piece of memory. The way you remember it, is not by the memory itself, but from those simultaneous feelings you had when the memory happened.
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Vì thế nên sáng nay thấy rất là nhẹ nhàng.
