His and her stories are like tasting a cup of hot milk before going to bed. It does not have the intriguing taste of coffee, nor the sweetness and intoxication of wine, but it is a tender work that can warm the soul.
That time when she met him on the street with whom she loved deeply, her stubborn expression holding back tears, that sailboat that never set sail and the love that had vanished under the eternal starry sky, surging gently like waves, is the most beautiful Warm heart feeling.
He and she in the vast sea of people are like two stars in the night. No matter how close they are, no matter how close they are, they are destined to be separated for a long time. When they can't be together, they can choose to look at each other, or they can choose to forget.
The passion generated by the freshness is like a shooting star. Even though it has emitted brilliant light and heat in the long river of life, it is irresponsible and cannot promise; in any case, it cannot be like the sun, which can give people eternal warmth and spiritual illumination.
A lifetime is neither long nor short. That summer weekend was the deepest oasis in her heart, nourishing the bland and trivial life.
She is hurt by love. He was the first mistake of her life. He is her last concern.
She learned to cherish the beauty in front of her and look at a person's life comprehensively and objectively. Only he still indulges in a dream and refuses to wake up.
The untouchable beauty. Maybe it's just something to remember. Let it continue to be beautiful.
There is always a night with a story.
Just love it. If love is dim, let the memories shine. Met you in my most prosperous years.
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