"When will we go to see the cherry blossoms together?" Perhaps, the promise we are waiting for is really as distant as the nebula in the vast universe, dazzling and unreachable. Probably first love will be like this, obviously destined to meet, obviously destined to be apart, and finally, never meet. .Love ,
after all, is a kind of falsehood that needs to be proved constantly. Just like fireworks need to be lit to see brilliance.
Think of a lyric: A beautiful vision is like a happy fairy tale, everything is so fragile, and the final reality still collapses in an instant .In
the end, I will always remember the night you came to see me. We chatted all night until dawn. I will remember that you once sincerely wanted to protect me. Then, I sincerely hope that you have a happy life.
If there is an afterlife, we will be together again. Enjoy the cherry blossoms...
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