bright. Find the old song from the music file and remind it in the dry ears.
None of the feelings I have ever seen are childish and blunt, and the mutual hurt is greater than the faint joy.
Abandoned, that is, the gesture of a bystander. Watching a grand opening of a time-honored drama to the end of the song, hello and me, it's just a dreamy and deceptive pretext. Love is just the fruit borne in the gap between sorrow and joy. It's
just that I have loved You, hated you, pestered you, let you go, no longer have the innocent heart, but precipitated a deep memory.
Just like when I see you in the sun who has forgotten everything, with a childlike smile on your pale and painful face. Like a gift.
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