"You, you who I have never lived before!
My child died yesterday.
In this world, I now have only you, only you,
and you know nothing about me." A
letter, several lines, full Paper memories.
The secret love of his life.
In the end it is a game without a protagonist.
"My life really started from the day I met you."
Long afternoon.
The melodious piano sound.
Swing. Maiden.
The secret love grows inch by inch.
Looking back, smiling. Hongyun flew on youthful cheeks.
Since then, a lifetime has been delivered.
She was always by his side, but he still didn't know who she was.
Followed to the city where he was, and from then on, this place has become "our city".
Snow, downstairs, watch every night.
Looking back again by chance. Amorous eyes caught Shouwang's eyes.
The deja vu's kindness rushed forward.
Come closer.
Heartbeat, like a drum. Suddenly surprised but also happy, seemingly true as illusion.
Love blooms in the dark night.
White roses, faintly scented in the chest.
"From now on, it will be my favorite."
One night.
The only sweet bloom in a lifetime.
Then, the train took him out of her life.
Turn around and become the end of the world.
"Nothing is accidental, every step is meaningful."
Meeting again, meeting the wrong person at the wrong time.
It is still familiar and kind.
The contemplative eyes can't distinguish the face that was once in love.
The memory of that night, like a small one of many stones, lying still underwater, flickering.
Time goes by. Fang Fei countless.
Heartache, still looking forward to it.
Can't give up that passionate look.
A lifetime of obsession.
However, if you get it, you will lose it.
On one side is a comfortable and easy life, on the other side is an unforgettable secret love.
"You can choose what is right and what is right, or you can choose to destroy yourself." In the
end , you ca n't make the inner call.
Give up, give up all.
"I have nothing but him, I have always been like this." He
followed again.
The joy of reunion, still can't lift the memory of first acquaintance.
The woman in front of him was still like a flower, but he couldn't remember the most mellow blooming moment for him.
The kiss on the lips is still lingering, but as strange as yesterday.
The thoughts that hesitate to speak and stop have never been able to begin.
Pain, overwhelming.
The heart is getting colder.
Give him a white rose, but Yiren is insignificant.
"I don't know where I've been, day and night to increase the distance between us."
Finally, finally, he felt this immortal love.
The memory slowly recovered, and there was no way to escape the miss.
And that strange, invisible woman, in his tears of regret, full of passion, like music from afar.
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