林间散落的光阴，明媚而阴郁，流年的痕迹铺满了一层又一层，可是，从来就没有人怀疑过季节和记忆。

Scattered forest of Our Time, bright and gloomy, fleeting traces covered with layer after layer, but had never been doubted season and memory.

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恐怕已是阴郁的秋天，而不是阳光明媚的秋天了。

I'm afraid it's been a dreary instead of a sunny autumn.

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恐怕已是阴郁的秋天，而不是阳光明媚的秋天了。

I'm afraid it's been a dreary instead of a sunny autumn.

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