[Song introduction]
Guo Jingming music novel "Hidden"
Where is your youth? Where is your dream?
The 2005 youth event, enthusiastically burning the whole summer.
Teenage writer Guo Jingming, a cross-cultural music producer, publicly declared that
he was going to write a novel that could be sung and a novel that could be listened to.
It's a marvelous idea to incorporate a novel into a music album, a bold attempt by the 80s writer who has nothing to lose.
[Track Description]
October - Pick Up is the Erosion of Erosion
Time dissolves the exposed rock. The rough surface of the class is transformed into a bubble that fades away. Day after day the setting sun erodes the outlines of young, well-behaved rocks, revealing the smooth, moist interior of pre-adulthood. The line of return guides the return of all. Mistakes once made. Love that once failed. Childish confessions. Sentiments that once rose and fell. All were instantly and softly forgiven by God. Left with the booming sound of youth, like a late night train heading for the next journey.
September - Nine is a long time long
If happiness is too long. It becomes a blurred memory. So the memory of your face your hands your sweater is placed separately in different grids of the carousel. Anyone can only get bits and pieces of happiness. But can no longer be put together into a complete capitalized love. Your smile in the memories can color the whole summer green. But the seasons can't go back to the past along the road.
August - Hachi is the scar of scars
A wounded body will always leave scars. I am not a magical healer like the years, who can heal all the wounds. I'm not as great a creator as God, who can open up the infinite dome of the sky You still want him very much. You still miss him. You're still stuck in the windless forest that he scattered with his hands. But I want to take you to a different kind of happiness. Even if I can't cure the blindness of the long darkness of your eyes, please let me be blind together. Even if I can't pull you out of the complicated and deep jungle, I will accompany you to watch the sky grow bright.
July - Seven is the period of the date
Who you meet. In the summer when daylight floods to white heat. The happiness of those who are not able to find the date they are supposed to appear. I can't find the date when it should appear. Just like I met you. In a summer that was long, long overdue. Phoenix flowers bloomed along every wall in the city. The flowers burned in the country. Flowers lost. The red flowers festering in the mud paths of the huge rainwater mountain roads told the monsoon that if I had met you earlier.
June - Land is the land of the continent
Maybe no one has ever noticed. Beyond the peaceful and prosperous continent, those silent and voiceless islands. The islands bloom in all seasons. On the mainland, the grass and trees wither. Those secrets across the distant ocean, even the monsoon winds from the south to the north can not be delivered. Recipient's address unknown. Handwriting scribbled. Overweight. And yet it will never be a no-trace. The man is the clearest presence deep in the chest. His name is the map of an entire continent on the surface of the heart. Islands closing in day by day. And yet it will never land.
May-Wu is the dance that starts
All love is like this. Countless details piled up into an unmoving sideways face. The little specks of mud you left on the corners of your coat, the fairy tale floating shallowly in your smile, the music in your earbuds pointing straight to the Big Dipper. The Ferris wheel. The amusement park. Fireworks rising and sunset falling. The clean white shirts of the boys and the long hair of the girls. The warmth of the sunlight flows slowly along the lines of the years, turning into mercury and penetrating into every crevice and line of the heart. It eventually solidified into a thousand mirrors. Reflecting a thousand of you dancing to the sound.
April - Rampant is the sacrifice of sacrifice
You say I am a fool or not. April's wind is softened in the air by spring. Half-fluid across the city of blossoms. I bought breakfast for you copied notes. Dazed with nothing to do downstairs at your house. Are all the fools they talk about stupid people? Am I the stupid one? The sunlight cuts along the window into the room. The wind lifted the curtains. The warm glow is creeping full into your quietly sleeping face.
March-Three is Scattered Scattered
Scattered all over the place, is it the kisses you hide in the corners of your mouth? Peter Pan's fairy tale says that those kisses hidden in the corners of your mouth are sweet candy. So who can tell me which clown with a hat is peddling them in the playground? I'd like to buy a nice big jar. And then. And then trade with you. But blood and bones. Nerves and skin. Thick fleece in a thick cotton shirt. Two people who clearly have the very quality of being two, and still fall apart when the monsoon winds blow.
February-II is the two without two
Rising winter. Little snow. Great snow. Winter solstice. Little Cold. Big cold. In the lonely winter when you can't meet a second lonely person. Walking alone, singing alone, shopping alone, watching a whole world go wild. People strolling hand in hand through amusement parks. He is the only one for her. I am everyone's no two. The world is full of chances for us to meet. And I never get to meet you.
January-One is the unique one
The world was once upside down. Now it returns to brilliant colors. The world has lost its sound. Now you sing with me. The darkness of the night covers the left hand. The left hand covers the right hand. Fingers that once held hands. In the night I join my hands alone. The wind blows the sand into a desert. You waited for me for ten long years of meditation. You are the legend of the world. You are the only one in the world. You made me spend my entire youth. Used to find you.
Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. His and Her Maze. The Beginning ......
[Lyric Listing]
One Month.
Monologue: Those Things That Happened in 1999 ......
Those Things That Happened in 1999
Like a faded movie
Wasteland burned through endlessly by time
Leaving behind the boy who was once clear in the photo
and the sad
No one remembers or asks
When they left
When they will come again
January:Hidden
Those years drowned in the sea of people
How many of the songs that were once sung remain
We stood in the raging sea of people
How many of the flowers that were once planted are still in bloom
In nineteen ninety-nine I can't keep my eyes open
In nineteen ninety-nine There's no one left behind
In nineteen ninety-nine I can't keep my heart open
In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left alone?
Once I sang a song and watched the weeds fill the hillside
In nineteen ninety-nine I can't keep my eyes open
In nineteen ninety-nine There's no one left behind
In nineteen ninety-nine I can't get my heart open
In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left alone
The grass is all over the hillside How many are left to sing
La ......
La ......
My boy learned to pamper
My boy learned to pamper
My boy learned to pamper
My boy learned to pamper <
The pranks he loved Can't think of them anymore
Who's the girl who took off her blue hairband
Still cries when I see an old movie
In nineteen nineteen-nine I can't keep my eyes open
In nineteen nineteen-nine There's no one left
In In nineteen ninety-nine My heart won't open
In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left behind alone
Once we held hands and said we'd spend the rest of our lives traveling
In nineteen ninety-nine I can't open my eyes
In nineteen ninety-nine
In nineteen ninety-nine No one stays
In nineteen ninety-nine My heart won't open
In nineteen ninety-nine Who's left alone
A lifetime of traveling Has the dream woken up yet
La...la... ...
la ......
Two months.
Monologue: I remember what she used to say ......
I remember what she used to say
A world of one
Quiet enough to hear the flowers bloom
She also used to ask
How long would it take
before someone listened to her world?
February: Crossword Puzzle
Darkness, dawn, dusk, and then dusk again, memories unfolding, folding, and then unfolding again
Green light, red light, green light, and then green light again, crowds dispersing and gathering together, and then re-dispersing again
Who's like me, waiting in silence, how many dialogues have I heard along the way, and how many rusted doorways have I passed through
How many blanks are there in life, how much of the crossword puzzle I've been born with, I was born stupid and can't fill it in
How many people exist in the future? There is a kind of happiness I was born alone and can't wait
How many kinds of dialogues are there in loneliness? I forgot to forget the lines and couldn't say them
How many angels are there in the heaven? I couldn't see the feathers falling even if I raised my head
Once upon a time past, now present, and future, the sea of life is full of surprises
Then at this time and now, three years and five years, there is a firefly, a lot of playing hide-and-seek, and then I lose and come back again
Who gave me the ordinary favor, who forgot to bury my face, who stopped when I passed by
How many blanks are there in life, how many crossword puzzles can't be filled in by my inherent stupidity
How many people exist in the future, how many happinesses can't be waited for by my inherent loneliness
How many kinds of lonely dialogues, how many lines are forgotten, how many lines are opened but can't be uttered
How many angels are there in the heavenly realm?
How many angels are there in the sky who look up and can't see the feathers falling
Back and away and never coming back We wait, we're disappointed, and we wait again
Summer, winter, summer, and then summer again, and then the phone is turned off, and then it's never turned back on again
Three months.
Soliloquy: We should only be so defiantly in love when we are young ......
We should only be so defiantly in love when we are young
And as we grow older
we can no longer recall those
sleepless nights because of our thoughts. March:Between you and me
Sunny days, the light is his white shirt
Cloudy days, the clouds are his old bookmark
His face is my weather station
Between the notes, on the back of the exam paper, is your smiley face
The icebreaker is stranded in your dimples
The basalt is the side of your face
Your eyes are like the side of your face
Your eyes are like the side of your face
Your eyes are like the side of your face
Your eyes are like the side of your body
Your eyes are like the side of your body
lalala......
The zoo, I love the monkeys making faces
The botanical gardens are quiet and you are silent
The amusement park, I am standing on top of the Ferris wheel with you
You suddenly turn to smile and say that the angels are on top
You are on the left side and happiness stops on the right side
Between you and me, is the summer of the year which never grows old
The clouds are on top of it, and that blue sky
Between the sky and the earth, there is a love that I have hidden in my heart
Life-long love can never be finished
lalala......
lala lalala[winter summer]
lala lalala......
lala lalala[love can last forever]
lala lalala......
You're in front of me, angels behind me
Between you and me, it's magic that lights up the theater of time
On the top of the stage, the performance is noteworthy
Between the hands and the feet, happiness melts away like candy
Blurring my vision
Wrecking moon.
Monologue: He keeps asking ......
He keeps asking
Is April Fool's Day a holiday that belongs to me
Sometimes we can fool ourselves if we blindfold ourselves
The world is a dark and safe place
April:Fools
April Fool's Day is here again, are you still laughing at me
Following the angels, I always see your face
Paper airplanes fly as high as they used to be
Winter, summer, sunny, cloudy, and the time has gone by
Paper airplanes are filled with thoughts
I don't want the angels to land by my side
The paper airplanes have been flying in circles, and then they come back to the front of me
Inside the photo, the cell phone and the cell phone, the paper airplanes are all filled with thoughts.
Inside the photo, on the back of the cell phone, is your face
The paper airplane flew past you and you couldn't see it
Your radiance is dazzling
My ordinariness is so unremarkable
Wu Yue.
Monologue:Love is like candy ......
Love is like candy
Scattered everywhere in the playground
Lights shine bright and never close
May:Love Plaza
Eyes break wide open and your smile is like the sea
The windows and doors are open and you're waiting under the trees
The buttons on your uniform fall off
It's in my hands that I can't let go
The psyche is shining softly
That's your smiling eyes
You're looking at the sunset
Like the scent of flowers
Like this, I'm leaning on your shoulder
Northern Star is pointing in the wrong direction. I'm swaying in the wrong direction
Like this, I'm gazing at your face
Drawing the shape of happiness
Love Square never closes
Ears are open, your heartbeat is like a pendulum
The lights are on, I'm slowly walking onto the stage
Lying on you, I'm rocking on your bike
Wishing that the clock would stop
The soft wings grow behind me Soft wings grow behind my back
And my thick chest
Waiting for the movie to play slowly, like the flow of time
What does it take to get close to paradise
This is the playground of dreams, the lights are shining brightly
Just like this, close your eyes and imagine
Guessing what this happiness looks like over and over and over again
This is how it is to be leaning against your shoulder
This is how it is to be leaning against your shoulder
This is how it is to be leaning against your shoulder
The North Star is pointing in the wrong direction, shaking
Like this, gazing at your face
Drawing the shape of happiness
Love Square is not closed
Lu Yue.
Monologue: Those Unspeakable Words ......
Those Unspeakable Words
Those Unsaid Stories
Let Him Forget It
June:Him and Her
Watching him stand under the tree and wait for her, and hearing her spouting off to him saying
It's like seeing a movie, a fairy tale of happiness and perfection
It's like seeing a story, pure white and transparently silly
What's wrong with you, all of a sudden, you're saying silly things
I heard that he planted white plum blossoms for her
I heard that she wore her hair long for him
Why am I afraid, afraid of being alone all these years
How can I not struggle?
How can I not struggle, struggle to hold on to him
Forget it, let her say stupid things
Remember he likes green tea in the summer
Have talked to him on the phone with him late at night
Will he and she be happy, like the perfect fairy tale
What will happen to him and to me, can anyone tell me
I'm not a fool, I love him just the same
Meeting him, he already has a woman with him
When I met him, I saw her.
The wind is blowing, the cold wind is telling him the truth: I envy her
Seven months.
Monologue: Memories of a hot summer
Memories of a hot summer
They all say summer is the season for love
But that summer there was a boy
Crying alone in the sunset for a long time
Seven months: their drift bottles
The amusement park is closed the colorful lights off
Happiness is viewed sadness wandering
The toy soldiers are quiet and look at the skylight
Today's frustration and tomorrow's what
The wind is blowing in the playground and the children are dispersing
The noisy theater and the movie are off the air
I'm left standing by myself in the old playground
Pick up the kite and fly it slowly
You and she are sitting slowly by my side
We All sat beside happiness
Your drift bottles drifted ashore
All drifted to the beach of my sadness
Happiness and sadness sat on both sides of me
I sat in the shadows of time
White lines drawn by childhood hopscotch
Who's lonely smile I'm pointing at now
Yaohuang - their drift bottles
Back to the old playground to look at the old playground and see the drift bottles
It was a great pleasure for me to see you all.
Only one person listening to the headphones ringing
Shadows playing hide-and-seek with me
Eight months.
Monologue: forget everything that was before ......
Forget everything that was before
Let's fly to the country behind the north wind
Live in a fairy tale, okay?
August: The Country Behind the North Wind
Empty Classroom, Empty Chords
Paint Boxes, Running Out of Colors
The Day of the Downpour, Under the Downpour
You've Held an Umbrella for Me
The Big Dipper Points South
The Day of the Wind and the Snow, The Day of the Blazing Sun
Horizon, Floating Clouds Floating to the Shore
In a Flash, Who's There? After the show, before you leave
North of the year, south of the time
Wave goodbye
Green canvas board left on the wall
White shirt you hang in the room
Photos taken three years ago
Sunset in front of the window, disappeared
Lights dimmed, music slowed down
Ten years later, ten years before
Ten years after the show, the sun shines in front of the window, disappeared
Lighting dimmed, music slowed down
The sun shined in front of the window, disappeared. Ten years later, ten years ago
Everything has changed
Behind the back of the chair, before the number
Old movie down, new movie up
The mystery is not yet finished
Jiu Yue.
Monologue: You used to say ......
You used to say
Every time the Ferris wheel turns a full circle
there's a pair of kissers in the world
And what's scattered all over the place today
is the kisses that were deep in the corners of your mouth back in the day
which never came.
September: Ferris Wheel
A whole city's lights are closed, and the Ferris Wheel spins alone
A whole autumn's yellow leaves have fallen, and you're alone with your umbrella
Two cups of coffee pressed against two old photographs, white slippers and a red carpet
Two goldfish swim in a square inch of space
The night is long, and the day is short
I'm used to writing letters and taking pictures and going up on the Ferris Wheel with you. I used to stand in line alone, buy tickets alone, be proud of myself, run around the playground alone
I used to talk like you, smile like you, run like you, plant flowers on your balcony
I used to travel like you, backpack like you, chafe like you, sketch like you
Loneliness is the heartbeat, the sound of the heartbeat
You're there, I don't know
You're there.
You're there, I don't know
Three autumns passed and I became brave, the Ferris wheel went round three more times
Three years of time covered the mountain range and turned into the coast, the floating clouds warmed up, the reeds were shallow
Four seasons were played out, the birds flew across the sun line, the sky was high and far away, please make a wish
The winds came from every direction and I remembered the year when you closed your eyes gently
I am used to be with you in your sadness, in your silence, in your boredom, in the face of the world.
I used to be frustrated with you, nervous with you, proud with you, because you were proud of yourself
I used to wait for the bus with you, listen to the songs with you, dance with you, and pick out the simple flowers
I used to be sad with you, dark with you, and shiny with you, because your heart was beating so hard
The memories are sketches that are burned one by one
Where are you? I don't know.
It doesn't matter where your heart is
Pick up the moon.
Monologue: Those Memories ......
Those Memories
Still Clear After Years
The Song That Does Sadness
Till Now Always Remembered
October:Me and Once We
The Time Like water slowly rippling Who did you play hide-and-seek with
The parking lot at dusk, the lights shining brightly
The old playground empty in the morning
The crowd of people waiting with kites in their hands
The kites broke their strings and landed beyond the sunset
Over the mountains, over the sea, the paper airplanes couldn't fly
We were separated and scattered in all the world
Time flowed in my heart. I played hide-and-seek with you
The playground of happiness is lit up
Old photos are put in frames
The ideals of my youth were soaring, and I carried my sorrows on my shoulders
Illuminating the bleakness of the road ahead with a smile
Resisting the winds and frosts of the road ahead with an embrace
Have you ever heard the saddest song ever sung
Repeated endlessly in the night
Who has ever sung that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song, that song?
Who ever sang the song I wrote
To stir up the emotions like weeds on the hillside Time flows in my heart I played hide-and-seek with you
Happy playgrounds, bright lights
Old photos, put them in frames
Young ideals flying, carrying sadness on my shoulders
Lighting up the road with a smile
Resisting the winds of the way there by embracing it.
lalala......
[About the people I know]
Lonely Yan Yue:
A lonely and quiet girl who feels panicked when she comes into contact with strangers!
Because of her hobby of reading books, she meets Yao Wang, a boy from the next class. The contact with Yao Wang makes her feel as if she has seen a kindred spirit.
Sad Yao Wang:
A person who looks happy but is actually sad inside.
He is a good student in everyone's eyes ---- a brave and strong person. In fact, the darkness in his heart is only understood by Yan Yue!
Happy and naive child painting:
Having a happy family, he is cheerful and believes in the beauty of everything, while hoping to infect the sad Yao Wang with his own beauty.
But Yao Wang eventually chooses a kindred spirit, Yan Yue. Will Tong Painting also turn into a sad person?
Foolish Zhong Cheng:
Grew up with Tong Hua as a child, and has been quietly waiting by her side.
I hope that one day Tong Painting can turn around and see him behind her, however, he is always waiting in the darkness ......
Chapter01 I am a storyteller
......
Some things stay engraved inside the brain. Unfolding all the thousands of grooves of the brain and flattening them out like a giant sheet of paper,
It's densely packed with plots and lines. There are many times, many places, many people,
that I could tell this story. But there is always some inexplicable reason why I open my mouth but look like a doll that can't speak.
Dolls are the loneliest people. Because when a child is lonely, there is a doll to accompany him. When the doll is lonely, there is no one to accompany it.
......
chapter02 Yan Yue is the lonely one
......
There is a passage in it that says loneliness is like a knife without an open blade, the dull, heavy cut on the neck goes back and forth with the light years,
issuing a pain that is not too light, not too heavy, not too sharp, not too slow, until we forget what it is to be in pain.
Is this about me?
It's like I'm used to standing in an empty, deserted playground at dusk with the distant sound of the wind in my ears,
smelling the rusty smell of the double bars along the playground. The lush, barren grass looked like it was trying to grow a whole world.
Just like I'm used to standing in line alone to buy tickets and watching a sad movie alone with popcorn. Crying and laughing over someone else's story.
Until the movie's curtain call lights came up and all the faces that had just sunk into the darkness all emerged with concrete outlines and features.
I was back in my own silent world in a flash.
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Chapter03 Child's paintings are happy and naive people
......
I remember the day he said those words to me was in the playground, a school-organized parade.
He and I were jostled around by the crowd into the same compartment of the Ferris wheel.
When the Ferris wheel turned to the very top, he suddenly laughed next to me and said, "The angels are up there.
......
Chapter04 Jongseong is like a fool
......
Like the most devoted spectator, watching her life play out in a dark movie theater, I was in the middle of the seat,
sometimes smiling, sometimes crying, while finally seeing her with the one she was with. Should I have stood up and applauded?
Or should I be moved to tears in the dark?
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Chapter05 They're Two People
......
On the Ferris wheel. I always think Yao Wang is an angel. The wind blew from far away.
Then gentle wings grew on his back.
He said, thank you for swaying with me.
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Chapter06 Yan Yue is the third person
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I forget whether it was in Hans Christian Andersen's or Grimm's fairy tale, there is a fairy tale that begins with the words, "The mountain and the canyon are sure to meet,
just as some people are sure to meet some people". I later copied that on the wall, and I underlined it very clearly in pencil.
Many nights when I couldn't sleep, I traced the phrase over again on the wall, stroke by stroke, just as I did when I was a child, copying penmanship posters.
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Chapter07 Yao Wang is the sad one
......
I love that movie All About Lily Chou-Chou.
I love Yuichi Renmi standing in silence in a vast wheat field with headphones.
I love seeing Green Cat typing Felicia Felicia Felicia over and over on the keyboard.
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Chapter08 Zhongcheng is someone you can see when you turn around
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We all grew up like this.
Falling in love. Falling out of love. Pain. Growing up.
Songs we once thought we'd never forget, but when we filled out the "Favorite Song" section of our graduation yearbook,
we filled it with songs we'd newly fallen in love with at the time.
The movie that we used to cry at, we don't even remember the plot anymore.
We all grew up this way, hurt and brave at the same time.
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Chapter09 Child's paintings are people looking out over the Ferris wheel
......
Just how long will it take to break those habits I once developed?
Getting used to being alone with you being lonely with you not talking. Standing with you on the hillside watching the weeds spread into the sea like a relic.
Accompany you in the Ferris wheel drifting through round and round. Running with you in the rain.
Flying kite after kite with you in the empty, deserted playground. Some of them have been flying. Some broke their strings and fell into the sea of people.
Those habits that were once cultivated are like patterns branded on the body.
They say it hurts to wash off the tattoos. Well, it hurts to change your habits, too.
I only hope that time is the greatest healer of all.
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Chapter10 You're the one who hears the end of the story
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It was as if the wizards of the world had suddenly raised their hands together, waving gold paint to polish all the years that had once been dull.
He and she stood before us in silence.
The years had not changed their young faces. Just as the years can't take away those dim old days.
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Also: September Ferris Wheel MV.
Small Four auditioned for the song. Didn't feel as good as the female voice. Probably not professional. But the melody and lyrics are impeccable. Have time to listen to the original version, forget who sang it, Yan Yue or Fairytale.
mms://vod.tom.com/music/0508/jiuyuemtl.wmv
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A whole city's lights close their eyes the Ferris wheel turns alone
A whole autumn's yellow leaves have fallen out you're alone with your umbrella
Two cups of coffee pressed against two old photos White slippers on a red carpet
Two goldfish swimming in a square inch of heaven and earth, the night is long and the day is short
I used to write letters to you, deliver your medicines, take pictures of you, and follow you on the Ferris wheel
I used to queue up alone, buy tickets alone, be proud of myself, and run around the playground alone
I used to learn to talk like you, to smile like you, to run like you, and to plant plants and flowers on the terrace
I used to learn to speak like you, to smile like you, to run like you
I used to travel alone, to backpack alone, and to plant plants and flowers on the terrace.
The wind in all directions remembers the year you gently closed your eyes
I used to be sad with you, silent with you, bored with you, facing the time as a knife
I also used to be frustrated with you, nervous with you, proud of you, because you were proud of yourself
I used to be waiting for a bus with you, listening to a song with you, dancing with you, picking out the simple flowers
I also used to be sad with you, gloomy with you, shining with you, thinking that you are the only one who can make a wish
There are also many other things I used to do, but I am not sure what they are.
Memories are sketches burned one by one
Where you are I don't know
Where the heart is I don't know
The Incomplete Chronicles of the Post-80s
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