Reminds me of simple years. Never expected a kiss. He was also the one who blushed when he first held hands. The kiss was hurried and extremely short. It doesn't seem to have happened. Playing with someone all night against him and nothing happened. And then what complicates it. After many encounters, they passed by peacefully. They have already hurt each other through the vicissitudes of life. In order to love that person weeping and crying and being photographed to commemorate. Ugly so cute.
Age increases the mind but does not want to leave the beginning.
How many warm and cold fingers were held. How many dry wet lips have been kissed. How many weak and strong arms to snuggle. After how many lingering cruel eyes. How in the end can learn not to be so simple. Finally began to try to enchanting bloom. Excessive erosion. Decadent and charming. Drunk life and dream death.
Going around. Everything goes back to where it was.
my abuse. my viciousness. my scars. my madness. my indifference. In your eyes, it's all because I'm too pure and kind. Only then did I understand that it turned out that I just didn't meet the person who could make you wantonly and innocent. Totally don't mind kissing my unbrushed mouth. Makes me happy all day long. A lot of rough palms that still hold hands when they are old.
Inadvertently, the encounter has made you and me a beautiful post-youth time.
Thank you.
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